Self Pity

There’s no rain that can wash away pain.

There’s non that can wash away tomorrow.

This feeling is burdensome.

I’m best friends with sorrow.

Keeping close with the enemy.

Holding hands with self pity.

This might not be good.

But I’m addicted to it all…

The drama and toxicity.

I’ve cried out for help in my own ways…

People listen to my pain, but only to gain.

How can I get out of this?

How can I every smile again?

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