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 seems to understand 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