My heart is like an empty Vase
My water disappeared
And now I have no taste
I don't want another liquid
I was happy with what I'm giving
And as it finds another container
The meaning in my life is hidden
If I can't hold things
If I can't do my job
Then my purpose is to exist and even at that ima slob
I've been broken many times
Cracks seen when light shines
So i stay in the dark room until I hear that my water's fine
I'm dry.....
Yeah I get that like a mouth with no saliva
How do you fix that, you do not you just kind of suffer
Let life go on until you find another
Yet I'm over the shit
Yet I will be consistent
Yet I'm looking at little things to keep me mended
And I'm dying slowly choking on dust grossly
And without my water the outcome is death so hold me
Pick me up with your hands, dust me off keep me clean and when the moment is right
Drop me and look at my piece
When you see the inside you will see that once upon a time there was a heart inside me
Surrounded by the water now all shriveled up
I need my water back because my life's not adding up
YOU ARE READING
A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoetryMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
