All I hear and all I'll see
All that I am all that I'll ever be
Is still and empty to me only
Everyone around me are the most beautiful of vases
Still and inanimate objects empty
How could you expect people like that to be filled with anything
Or have any filling(feeling) to begin with. 

As Hollow as the world could provide
As hollow as the tip of a bullet in a 45
As hollow as an old shell
As hollow as the place everyone wishes me to take in hell
I am the bigger person with way more to pour and spill out of me than you
Or anyone else could ever dream
You just hate the fact you can't feel like me
And anything you do feel you do it artificially
You never loved me
If you did you wouldn't do half the things you do to me
I am broken beyond repair but my spirit lives on
The moment your vessel cracks and breaks open for everyone to see the emptiness
to be. How could you go on ?
Your words, your effort , your actions, all empty
Just as the person who stands before me.

Face it just as I am you're empty.
And that's all you'll ever be
Empty.