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