The sun is coming up and I am going down.
I feel so full, but when I look at my glass it is empty.
I never see it full, there is nothing out there for me.
The room is filled with things that I used to want.
It has the people that I have given so much.
When I look, I see the people that I have dream about.
The one thing I do not see is me.
I am not there.
I cannot give them the love and attention the room deserves.
My cup cannot hold anymore.
The fumes that used to fill me up are done.
I have no more to give.
There is nothing left for me to say.
There is nothing left for me to do.
I tried to shout I love you, but that is a waste.
I wish I could do more.
I have given them my all and given my self-none.
I will never be full.
I am just empty.