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.
| 1 | Something I Call Personality |
| 2 | Black and Blue |
| 3 | Standstill |
| 4 | 2's & 3's |
| 5 | Shadow |
| 6 | Better off dead |
| 7 | JB |
| 8 | Scraped Knees |
| 9 | The Blue Stare |
| 10 | Blue Stare |