Toxic

I dine on the depths of my despair,
And sup from my cup of pain,
I wallow in the mire of my self-pity,
Secure to be hurting again.
Perhaps I have found my purpose?
I suffer so completely and well,
That I should enable many others,
To find their personal hell?

Again, the first line just came to me - after lunch at the Principals' Conference. I wrote on with that line in mind. Plus, it reminds me of people who are what I call "toxic". They talk to anyone and that person comes away negative and depressed.