Sometimes I hate to feel. I hate to feel that you Are gone. I hate to feel that once You were here, laughing And full of Joy. Was it God that took you Away, or someone Elses careless mistake? Your joy turned into An everlasting silence. That silence is haunting. The pictures I see of you In a gown of white, They remind me of that Day. All my wounds are fresh Again, And tears of sorrow Run down my cheeks. Sometimes I hate to Feel.