Empty

Heyy.
This is half a poem I wrote.
I only put in half because, well, the other half is to dark, and... well, you can guess why I didn't want to put it.
anyways, here's the poem...

Drip

Drip

Drip.

A little patter of water

Dripping slowly

Out of the faucet.

I feel like that faucet.

Everything that makes me

Me

Is seeping out,

Leaving an empty husk behind.


-xx Anonymous #2