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.