Lifes Feelings

I lived.
This life has seen me before.
It must be tired,
Of my solemn face,
And my blood and tears.
Life must hate me,
For hating it,
And it must love me,
For having love.
Life should regret,
Letting me live,
When all I brought was darkness,
To this world of muted light.
I never brought anything worthy,
To the table.