I am an Empty Barrel

Horrid Feel:

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.


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