Self Pity

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