Anyone - Where the cups are buried


But I was a woman once

Someone who thought they had all the time in the world

A girl ,a woman who onced dreamed of life, breathing in her own body

But that dream is dead and buried

With my cups

Everything that made me a women

I stand over it's tombstone

and weep

What am I now?

A disease ridden shell

So worthy of praise

But I'm no warrior

I'm one so filled with emptyness

What do I fill the emptyness with?

 I wish I could fill it with dreams

What you do when your dreams turn into regrets?

I can't fill myself up with regret

The End

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