For The World

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