Funeral Poems & Readings

How I Feel

A funeral poem for comfort during unsettling times

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How I Feel

Sometimes I just wish I could run away and hide.

No matter where I go though, these feelings stay inside.

How can I stay here and live each day a lie,

When all I want to do is close my eyes and die?

I see the pain I cause you, with every tear I shed.

I plead with you now mum, let me go instead.

I wish I could take you with me, to a happy place,

Whether it exists though, is time for me to face.

Can I ask for your forgiveness? For you to set me free.

It may seem ungrateful, but this life’s not meant for me.

Thank you for all your love, for all the time we shared,

It means the world to me, to know that someone cared.

Lyn
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