Poured myself out:
I am the empty cup
My hope has died away
And my tolerance faded
How can I keep Stability
On such shaky ground?
Prayers that a smile will flag me down
Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort;
Well-being stems not from love
Anguish proves to be my only means of solace
Yet I want to be held by anyone
With any arms
I spend another morn alone
In a world that rejects me
A public unkind, laced with apathy
This one's for the world: I hate you
Life could get no colder;
I'm living out a dying cell
But I can pull through