Self Pity Poems

Monkey in a cage

You’ll Pick out everybody’s problems but you wont help your self 
You’d rather sit alone in pity then take care of your health
You act like it’s everybody’s fault you’ve got nothing to gain
using Magic capsules to escape your own brain
Can’t give yourself a break so you wanna do it over again 
Someone help this monkey

Unraveling

Do tell, when seen, the sight of answers
The ones that are sought deep within.
Away now, dig graves deeper 
Unearth the bones, the memories of pain therein.

Make use of scraps and stains placed in heart
The ones they chose not to see.
The ones that were once torn pieces apart
The ones that were shunned e’er so lightly.

Then write

Self-Pity

I’ve dug this hole too deep,
Laying here, and all I can do is weep.
Soothing sympathy is a rare thing for me
As I cry tears of sorrow and empathy.

Self Pity Party

we made ourselves lonely on purpose to befriend their egos so they could recuse us from our self built imprisonment just to do it all over again

Golden

Silence can sometimes say more than words. 
Like a voice crying out saying "that's for the birds". 
In one glimpse of haughty reveals action turned verb. 
Without out even squeeking you unveil; could be worse? 
Could be lashing and slashing ripped apart with both hands. 
Leaving bodies like mountains seething piles of flesh. 
And though

Perdition

In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds
That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace
These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve
And bow my head because I cannot cease

I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow
The pang of

Self-Pity

I wanted to write a poem today
but the words I couldn’t find.
What could I possibly say
when to all beauty, I am blind?

Maybe if I just went outside 
and breathed the country air.
And from the world, I didn’t hide.
I’d have something to share.

I wanted to write a poem today
even if it was only a little ditty

Dear Misery

"Dear misery, forget me not
The one that disappointment wrought
Is really not the one to be 
The one to claim the victory.

I’m sorry for the life I lead
I’m sorry more than I can bleed 
My destiny may yet survive
But how it hurts to be alive."

Compelling pity suffers more
The senseless shame of years before
When innocence of sense

No Reason

No    Reason
        ————————-
Many reasons 
For me to not feel okay
Many reasons 
To feel turmoil and disarray 
Many reasons 
To feel Sad , lost and lonely 
Many reasons 
To feel a nobody 
Many reasons 
Not to matter anymore
Many reasons 
To feel alone and forlorn 
Many reasons

Too Late To Cry

Broken dreams, broken life walking the railroad track.  No destination.  Hold onto what goodness and sanity that was left.  Following his infectious smile worn on a veneered face.  To set aside the sunshine.  Pools of sadness in unwelcome rain invaded his heart's dominion.  Headphones bumping the song of his

Self-Pity In a Glass

When your fragile mind from your drink deceives
You barricade your thoughts with angered sound
With tongue of venom, your dulled mind perceives
And find harsh words you chose go round and round
This silent empty cauldron of desire
Satisfies when your glass is filled to brim
Finds a thirsty throat to now conspire
And turn to stone a lovely Seraphim
Who sits

Self Pity

Self Pity

Little girl in the window
 why do you cry ?

 Little girl, you're too young
 to say you want to die

 Maybe you should go outside;
 the flowers are in bloom

 The world is beautiful, you'd see,
 if you'd only leave this room

 Little girl can't you see
 the word still goes around

 Not

In Self Pity

In Self Pity

In self pity Trump had himself drowned;
Loved hearing approval that loudly did sound,
Bringing all the people to their many feet
And now they no longer sat in a soft seat
While both feet still remained on the ground.

It is best when your feet are on the ground
while sitting and also standing. Laying down
does make it

Self Pity

Looking through my tainted window of gloom

grey skies, rain falling, feeling sorrow

impatiently wanting  life to resume,

will things change, get better tomorrow, 

sure that  grass was greener the other side,

not walking a mile in your well trod shoes 

now ashamed looking for somewhere to hide

didn't realise how easily I would bruise,

underestimate this feeling of

Self Pity

Why hold dreams that will not come true?
Why have eyes of hate,
Of envy, and jealousy too?
Please, try to abate
your hatred for fate.

Why want this man's skills or fashion?
Don't you have your own
special traits, features, and passions?
Why pity and moan?
Start seeking and roam.

Roam to find reason to live life.
Light comes after dark.
Leave your self made anger

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