I felt a little hollow.
Every time I refilled someoneʼs cup.
I hoped they would like, adore, and accept me.
So I poured into their glasses.
A few droplets.
I got two more, and an empty one.
I am alone now, feeling empty, miserable, and sad.
This is what happens when your cup runs dry.
Nobody wants you because you have nothing more to give.
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In the Depth of My Mind
PoetryA sincere and frightening collection of poems that digs into the deepest corners of despair and anxiety, shedding light on the hardships and feelings that are frequently kept hidden. The poems use honest and vivid language to depict the agony, terro...
