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 [bad word] [bad word]  
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. 
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.