it's funny how empty i feel.
but i guess it makes sense that when the water is gone
all that's left is a cup.
it took me a while to notice
that my water, my energy was draining.
but now that i'm empty it's hard to care.
i know that i need to be filled,
but the only source of water is my tears
and the more i cry, the less i feel.
i'm just an empty cup,
waiting for water,
but no one cares about an empty cup
and when a cup is empty,
it doesn't care about itself either.
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Poetrya collection of the thoughts that i have that are hard to share 2019 update: basically a book that i update whenever i feel like a worthless human being
