I often practice self-pity

There is nothing I can say about it that is witty.

It’s just how I learned

All the times I’ve been spurned

Perhaps it was for the attention

Or a reaction to all the tension

 

Self-pity is always feeding

It can hurt more than bleeding

A gross eater

Tears come by the liter

 

You must keep it starved

Before your heart is carved.

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