Jars

Over time I collected jars Jars filled with my hopes,dreams and treasures Sometimes I give a friend a jar A jar for them My jar I share with them. Slam! I shake when I hear the jar break. A step on the glass as I see the liquid on the floor Pain I feel as I slowly bleed. When i finally look at them they're not the same anymore. They are different as I watch them smash more jars. One by one jar by jar. Sliding to the ground and crashing as it breaks. My jars are now broken on the ground. Empty broken jars of dream and blood cover the ground Maybe I should collect or share my jars anymore...