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.