A Poem

I am empty. Broken Skinned knees bleeding face needy. I have nothing to offer. No more to give. I am drained to my core. Empty. You’ve wanted me like this. Needed me like this Now here I am I never thought I’d come With utter depletion Weak. There is no more façade No more pretending This act in the play has come and gone And I stand here naked in front of only one. You.