One day I picked up a milk bottle,
The glass one, yes.
This was where I kept most of my feelings,
The worst and the best.
I shouted, I cried and I laughed,
Every emotion sealed.
I kept everything hidden away,
No scar was fully healed.
Then I decided to hide it forever,
I locked it within a chest.
I threw away the key,
And took almost everything in jest.
But I found it again, a few months later,
The last and single thing I had in possession.
I uncorked it and every pent up emotions came out,
Leaving me swirling in a pit of depression.
The glass bottle broke
Along with my feelings, along with my hope.