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Apple Juice


Empty, that's what I have become. I could do nothing to stop you as you slowly sucked the life out of me. I see you, smiling with satisfaction. Who do you think you are? Filling me with false hope, then draining every last drop of happiness out of my body. Darkness is the world around me now. And you're the only one to blame for the misery I have felt. Now I'll stand in the corner of this closed-in room, waiting for the next time you'll reach for me.
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