how many signs does it take to see
how many ways can i run away from me
when does the notion that something's not right
the restless days and the sleepless nights
inform the mind to find salvation
empty jar without a purpose
questioning its maker
just like all the other jars
wanting to fill its insides
how many tries does it take it succeed
at what point do you let the wind steal your dreams
so you can live realistically
when the torment seeps into your soul
breaking you up til you're no longer whole
who do you know that won't run away
empty jar without a name
hiding feelings it can't contain
even in the empty space
a pit of sorrow and shame
what do you do when the nightmares come
when you can't explain the sinking feeling
that has your whole heart reeling
who do you find that won't condemn
then how you know what to say to them
when you've forgotten how to speak
empty jar fell of the shelf
cracked in pieces, many shards
should have been like other jars
content with being empty
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