I feel like a cup that cannot stop pouring

empty, yet still giving

Out of water

so I pour myself instead

my hopes

my dreams

gone in a flood

With nothing left to give

I trade my glass

for broken pieces that aren’t mine

I seal myself with borrowed burdens

the ones that break my will

stitching together a person

I no longer recognize

A chimera

of doubts

pain

and dreams never meant to be found

all grafted

onto my sense of self

an abomination

held by stitches

never meant to leave

My life flows by

like flowers in a river

the ones I reach for

trying to grasp

but only cutting away the roots

that kept them from drifting

The current roars

as it carries the shards of me

farther downstream

The glue that held me

washes away

like the trust

I gave to things meant to harm

As my mind fragments and I break

I remember

I was never meant to be the cup

but the water

that learned to flow