Self-pity
James 1:14 New English Translation
14 But each one is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desires.
Broken in desires, and just wishing I was dead
Is that what’s talked about, that makes the whole so sad
Self-pity
Guilt drives a person to this point when sin is compared to the pure
All I touch seems to turn filthy, in my thoughts, words, and reason
When darkness seems to surround me and shadows linger and endure
The end seems within my reach and producing good seems out of season
Self is self and is that all that counts? Does nothing else now matter?
Running into oneness trying to escape and get away from the light of day
Everything seems so far away, similar to shadows, which just can’t splatter
Into an endless self-made circle, as I stray, with no one here now left to pay
Jan Wienen
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