I am half of a person

Constantly
Half full
              Half empty
Half broken
         And half whole

I am half a person
Walking on the silver lining of madness and pain
Or love and contempt

Drifting between here and already saying goodbye to everyone I meet

Please don’t try to fill me up
It doesn’t work
Love
Hatred
  Anger
   Ecstasy

They all fill me up then overflow
        until I am only half of a person again.