Funeral by Mental

There in the casket
was my dad
i never said "i love you" how stupid
how sad.
he looked like he was sleeping
only it seemed fake
maybe he was waking
how much more can i take ?
as i kissed him on the forehead
he was still as a stone
i stood shaking
was he alone ?
i volunteered to carry
i was part
of the human ferry.
we filled the black hearse
how could this happened
i cursed.
the ride was longer
then anytime before
tears made me less stronger
as we opened the hearse door.
the gravesite looked enormous
from underneath the casket
the hole was dug beneath
and by then i was a nut case basket.
i watched the box go below
i watched it fall
i was thinking how much farther can it go
inside my head was a bouncing ball.
people offered their condolences
but all the the words felt
so past tense.
i left with my tears
i then came home
i did not want to face the cheers
the funeral has ended.

suicidal (209.172.205.146) -- Monday, February 10 2003, 02:15 am

i no how u feel
i no exactly how u feel. only it was my grandmother. i never really told her i loved her and she basically raised me. no matter how much i cried it didnt help. and 3 years later i still havent totally recovered

suicidal (209.172.205.146) -- Tuesday, February 11 2003, 02:50 am

i no how u feel
i no exactly how u feel. only it was my grandmother. i never really told her i loved her and she basically raised me. no matter how much i cried it didnt help. and 3 years later i still havent totally recovered

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