Holes

Something based on a Bojack Horseman quote regarding how sometimes we feel like a cup filled with holes. All of the good draining out despite our best attempts to stay a person.

My cup started half empty

Or some would say half full

But the holes poked in it

Made neither statement true 

The goodness all leaked out

Filling with empty sadness

And I live

Unfortunately 

Putting patches on the holes

Leaking at the seams

New holes forming 

From pain that is unseen 

There are only holes

While wanting to be whole

There has to be a way to fix this

A way to feel good