Pain Is A Good Thing Poem by Autumn Rose

I used to think pain was a good thing,
that having pain meant you were still alive

but after awhile of only feeling pain with the occasional anger,
gets hard to still think is good

little by little, its killing me.
eating me alive.

little by little its depriving me,
taking me away into its cold, dark, scary world

leaving nothing behind but a zombie in my place
and slowley that will be takin too

finally leaving nothing but an empty space behind to fill my place
im slowley fading... slowley becoming nothing...