For all that I have done

I could rage
I could purge
I could put an end
to the world

I could stoke
I could burn
with the pain
that I feel

For all that I have done

But what good
would come
from such a thing

Only to blind
all the pain
in a haze of hate

And forget all that was good

I could hide
behind walls
and say to them all
that I am protecting myself

I could lie
I could run
from the pain
thats inside

To an end that is without hope

But I cannot do this
as others seem able
for I have not the strength
any longer

So I will cry
I will hurt
and I
will feel the pain

For all that I have done

Until I make it right

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