Filter

Ripped up, tattered,

Just holey and porous,

Waiting for a flood to pass through,

Every second.

 From being pure,

To purifying others,

All my life is wasted

And all I retain is waste

 I clear up a liquidy mess,

To make a useful substance,

And after I wear out,

I am just dumped off

With less or no value,

I am continuously used

All my emotions

Are drained along with me