Poured myself out:
I am the empty cup
My hope has died away
And my tolerance faded.
On such shaky ground? How can I keep Stability
Prayers that a smile will flag me down. WellSadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort,
Anguish proves to be my only means of solace,
Yet I want to be held by anyone,
In a world that rejects me.
With any arms I spend another morn alone
A public unkind, laced with apathy.
I'm living out a dying cell,
This one's for the world: I hate you.
But I can pull through
Life could get no colder,.
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