Empty

• Briannah Kelley, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

You emptied me,
You emptied me like a bathtub
'Til the very last drop,
Over and over again

But the thing about us is
That you can fill me right back up again
Within' a matter of minutes.

But in the end,
What's the point?
For I am nothing but
Something for you to use

And when you're done,
History repeats itself once more,
And you drain me straight to my core.