Funerals

Two funerals I have gone in the span of two weeks. 

The pain still sits inside.

The one was through a gunshot from a drug dealer. 

The other was expected; from a disease they’d tended.

People on the former were ceaselessly coming to the wake

On the latter there’s consistent few

There were cries all the time were the hosts would barely talk;

 Latter were smiles and service towards the guests.

Are some pains deeper than the others?

"Some emotions are more concealed than the others"

It's better to think that way