Empty.

Empty.
I am empty.
Does my loneliness catch your attention?
Do you even care?
I used to be full.
Filled to the top,
to the brim.
Where my story begins.
Then you got thirsty.
You drank from me.
I gave it all to you,
to fulfill your needs.
Are you?
Filled up to the top?
To the brim?
That's where my story ends.