Dear Self Pity,
Could you leave my life please?
You're more annoying then a hot breeze
Pity is good
But you're no better than dog food
Your little lies
That try to cloud my eyes
Oh, I won't help
To me, Self Pity, you're grosser than a washed-up piece of kelp
I'll turn my back and slam the door
I won't tolerate you anymore
Self Pity
Honestley, Self Pity, I hope you die,
The angry girl
Who just waved "bye"
A/N: This is not targeting a person, even if it may feel like it. I just REALLY hate it when people are wallowing in self pity. ~Meow
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Inner Silence
PoetryThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.
