Self PityA Poem by Cee. Es.
I am empty.
I see the sad and the miserable and I count myself with them, but I'm not. They have pain, but I am just empty. They cry, but I cry to be a part of something. I am nothing. And I'm sick. I know nothing. I dont feel. I have no torturous life to talk of, just my disgust at my mental cankers that eat at myself so I can feel self pity © 2011 Cee. Es. |
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Added on September 14, 2011 Last Updated on September 14, 2011 AuthorCee. Es.Like im going to tell you that, CAAbout18 terrible with decisions expert at entertaining me and turning off my brain amateur everything else try to be my best when i remember more..Writing
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