I am an Empty Barrel
I spent the night at a strange house.
Drank until my emotions blurred.
Now my eyes are heavier than bowling balls.
An ache burns through my skull.
I am an empty barrel.
There is nothing left inside.
I went to bed with a stranger.
Just to be held.
But he never got close enough.
He was never close enough.
His skin was against mine.
And yet I never felt him.
I am an empty barrel.
There is nothing left inside.
But burning tears.