There was so much space.
It was once filled with dreams.
Now it remains so empty.
Only tossed and never seen.

I see nothing.
I feel nothing.
I'm all emptied out inside.
My eyes have turned red from the tears I cried.

The contents of the jar were stripped away.
No one dared to try and fill it.
It feels like one big gap.
Gathering dust, the glass container sits.

It's as unwanted as my heart.
Thrown somewhere only to break.
Seeing the broken glass of an empty jar.
My life feels like a series of repeated mistakes.

The jar merely lays there.
Every piece tumbled to the floor.
There wasn't much left.
It fell right in front of the door.

My eyes watched the fragile object bust apart.
The act of sweeping the pieces away.
This is starting to become my only emotion.
To feel as empty as the jar that broke today.

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