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.
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