All the Bad Things

I like the pain
sometimes
it is the only way
to tell I am alive

I like the fear
sometimes
it is how we control
what we should not do

I like the anger
sometimes
it is all I know
about how you feel

I like the blame
sometimes
it is all my fault
that things are wrong

I like the dark
sometimes
it is what I know best
and how I live
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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