Empty bottles
Waiting to be filled
But are all surrounded by a sink
Just waiting
These bottles are surrounded by other bottles
And lets pretend theses bottles are the people im surrounded by
I am a bottle
Empty, with people all around me
But I can see the source that's going to fill me up
Its just that im stuck
In one spot with people who have fake smiles
And no heart
Im an empty bottle
But I see that sink everyday
Placed right in front me
Out of reach
Simply because bottles cant move on their own
Why do I smile so much around people who cant fill me up
They tear me apart even more
They make me more empty than before
My sink is unapproachable
How do I survive
Looking fine on the outside
But empty on the inside
A water bottle sitting on the counter
With all its water gone
But with bottles all around it
The only thing it needs is far in front of it
Just out of reach
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A Slam to Everything
PoetryA book filled with slam poetry or just poetry about love, heart break, depression, anxiety, hate and everything else. Enjoy!!!