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.
Shai Hulud For The World