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My life sits there on the table,

represented by a vase.

My shell may be made of thick glass,

but I’m see through, transparent.

And there you were,

the single rose that filled my life,

with more beauty,

than I could ever imagine.

I was no longer empty,

but completely full of happiness,

and all the love I could ever ask for.

You took all my feelings,

of sadness and loneliness,

and purified the water,

that consumed me.

Now that you’re gone,

I’m empty again.

Left with these feelings,

I can’t deal with anymore.

With each day that passes,

the water rises,

and I fill with regret.

I shouldn’t have let you go.

I bottle all of this up inside.

Feeling, but not really feeling anything.

Living, but not really living at all.

I can’t take it anymore,

the pain is just too much.

I’d rather die,

than live life having to feel this way.

Finally, I burst.

Now all that’s left,

are fragments of my life,

strewn about the table.

Jagged shards of my soul,

reflecting the very pain that ended my life.

And pieces of my heart lay there,

never to be mended again.



~*~ Jill ~*~