Self Pity (Get Over It!)

Memories faded and distant
From the previous night
March through your head.
Your eyes ache from the light.
The bottle sits empty
Yet no answers were found.
The sorrows still linger
That you tried to drown.

So go wish on a star
That refuses to shine,
Or pray to a god
Who just doesn’t have time.
Chase after a rainbow
That doesn’t appear,
Sooner or later
The fact will come clear.

There’s nothing of value
Once you climb up that hill.
Life’s a deep, stagnant pond
That sits putrid, sits still.
Crawl back in your bed,
Hide from your fears.
Go on you damn coward
You’re not needed here.

Every day seems so hard;
No one else hurts like you.
It’s called life, don’t be self-centered.
It’s what we all journey through.
Do what you must then
To get you through each new day.
Don’t ask for my opinion.
You won't listen anyway.

Debbie Wilk ©2006