#emptycup
I’m sorry I got that question wrong.
I’m sorry I can't move on.
I’m sorry I'm not smarter.
I’m sorry I couldn't be stronger.
I’m sorry how I take on as much as I can
only to ***** it all up.
And I’m sorry I couldn't find the man
inside my empty cup.
I’m sorry I waste my time away
trying to find a dreamy way
to happiness
when of course,
there's no such thing.
I’m sorry I don't talk much anymore
or that I let on how my heart is sore
from all the roughness
and how it keeps beating
without a source.
In fact, I must confess,
I am dying under boundless stress.
Each day my depression attacks,
reopening these countless cracks.
So many times have I walked this hall
feeling so weak and so small,
bracing for a final fall
just waiting till my lifeline snaps,
like any second I’ll collapse,
but of course I never do,
I know better than that.
But if I were to give my final words today,
this is exactly what I would say.
But that I won't undergo
I suppose you’ll never know
how sorry I am that there's nothing I’m on top of
and for dormantly letting endless piles of work tower above.
And how I’m sorry for caring more than I should
and letting myself be so consumed.
I’m sorry for impeding the impedeless
and for hoping in the hopeless.
And finally,
most especially,
I am sorry
for wanting to be so important
and that I became nothing but torment.
I am sorry for wanting so hard to be heard
when it's clear I’ll only ever come third.
I’m sorry for thinking I could matter
or that I could make things better.
I am sorry for believing
that I could amount to anything
at all.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:01 PM UTC
You are The Divine Living Ocean and I am an empty cup
with Thy Holy Waters of Life please come and fill me up.
You’re the only One Who can really quench all my thirst
of Thy life giving waters allow me to drink and not burst.
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Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC