Metaphorically Broken

I woke up early this morning

With heartache by my side

My pillow stained with memories

From the teardrops that I cried

I drank me a cup of loneliness

As I read the morning sorrow

I put on all my hopes and dreams

And threw away tomorrow

I take my pain for its morning walk

As the sun begins to die

The sky above understands

And the clouds begin to cry

I fix a bowl of emptiness

As I sit beside my fears

I taste my heart's broken smile

As it rises in my tears

My days are all but over now

So I count each one with care

Life to me is already dead

It's just an empty stare