Part:1-
I am but a cup void of anything.Always empty unless someone fills me up but still void of anything in a moments notice. I will break with or without holding anything yet while I live I will have my significance till I break apart being a void of anything. I can be use of anyone yet I cannot be held by some. Even if I had to find a meaning yet I lost to the meaning I have been given. I am adored by some yet I am broken by some. Being a void of anything I seek to be filled yet I will always be an empty cup. Rather than being a cup I would rather be a vase that always holds a flower yet I have been created for a purpose that I was given and by fulfilling this purpose I am sparing someone else from this purpose. Though I lose all my significance after I have been used yet that momentary fulfillment of being filled up makes me shoulder the burden I have been given. Though I am a cup void of anything yet I show myself with so many patterns on my body so that I can hide the empty patternless insides of my body which shows the void of nothingness. Though I crave to become a cup worthy of holding someones attention and care yet I can never become one. But even after the pains and sorrows and momentary fulfillment and happiness I must always exist till i break apart alone, while I get thrown out for being a broken cup without any meaning and purpose.
Part:2-
I'm but a cup without moving unless someone uses me.Even if I'm valuable yet if I'm broken I lose all my purpose and value. Though I crave to be filled yet I always have to be lonely and empty even at the cost of being filled for a moment.Though I'm glad to be filled for a moment yet the thoughts of emptiness always haunts me. Though I crave the warmth of the bright sun yet I have to stay in the darkness without moving and without any voice. Though I could not become a cup worthy of holding your tea yet I'm glad that you showed me the warmth I craved and became a part of my sun.
Part:3-
Thou I hold no value nor worth yet I am valued and deemed worthy
The scariest part of living as a cup is to be shattered into pieces
Thou I am made of stone yet I am still delicate
The thought of losing my worthiness always haunts me
Thou I can withstand the passing time yet I cannot withstand the thought of being alone
The only thing that can bring me joy is the thought of being use of the one who values me and defines my worthiness
Thou my appearance can charm others yet I am like a blank page without a story to tell
