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 |