Bottles

We are just like bottles, aren't we? Shape-wise, other-wise.
A few days ago, I felt myself like an empty bottle.
Tried so hard to occupy the empty spaces,
felt so occupied.
One day, I pour them out and try to find what I need,
I could not find them.
I put everything else aside,
It was an empty space.
All of a sudden, I felt so empty....
All of a sudden, this bottle does not worth any penny.
All of a sudden, I realized how worn out this bottle had become.
I hate that feeling,
I wanna pour something in.
Something that will brighten this bottle inside out,
maybe a little sunshine, sun in a bottle, hope in a bottle.
Maybe something useful,
something that makes my life worthwhile.
Fill me in,
'cause I hate to be empty.