The Flask

There is this flask inside me,

Or maybe beside me which keeps my thoughts safe.

When things get heavy,

When words lose their meaning,

I spit my heart inside this flask.

It shuts the pieces of my heart,

With all the strength inside me,

That is why I feel so weak,

That is why my voice carries a creak.

On nights when loneliness haunts me,

Is when I'm scared to break this flask,

For it will spill everything at once,

I will have to go around collecting the scars gathered like dust,

The bits that I've left open to rust.

A day will come when I won't pour myself inside that flask,

For I may lose it before it gets too dark,

For it may get full,

Refusing to contain the debris of my skin,

I might break it or lose it with time.

But it will carry my fears inside it,

For another lifetime.