Crushed

I feel like a crushed can.
Empty and lifeless.
Nothing like what I used to be.
It feels as though the life has been sucked out of me and I have been stepped on and discarded, left empty.
A shell of who I used to be.
Who was I?
Was I really full of life; unopened; full of potential?
Where did it all go?
Does what’s inside really matter?
What if you are like me…a crushed can with nothing on the inside; nothing left to give?
What then?
What now?
What ever?
I am a crushed can.
What do I do now?
Where do I go?
Where will I live?
How can I live?
With nothing on the inside; body shattered on the outside.
I don’t know when it happened but I have been forever CRUSHED.