For the world de Shai Hulud

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.