"The Bus Stop."

Today is the day...I died.

I hate this day, I went to the bus stop that's in between...

Heaven and Hell.

I saw the gift shop, they were selling T-shirts the had the

words "Today is the first day of the end your life."

That had a picture of fingure pointing out at me.

Now that's stupid...as if I didn't already know that.

I wouldn't buy this...if I did who would I give it to?

Who would want it?

Not me that's for sure.

But I don't want to die either.

I am already dead.

Something appeared into my hands it was a round trip ticket.

What was going on?

The thing next I know I found myself in a hospital bed.

I don't know if that was a dream or not.

But the next time I go...

I will know the truth.

Author's note; I would have prefered this poem in a story format instead of a poem.
I might change this into a one-shot story a little later.

Please R&R.

Thank you.