It's painful. It's just so easy to fall apart and break into pieces.

Several parts going to school every morning; several parts wallowing in bed; 8 pieces roaming the streets in all directions; 3 pieces crying in the bathroom - one by the sink, one in the shower cubicle, one on the toiletbowl.

The agony. Like a thousand grevious pains and not a single hope to close the gap and heal again. I bled everywhere.

And so, I'm here looking for the bits of me that I've lost. The process is slow. And I despair - if I can really, fully, recover. But it keeps me occupied. To save my mind from the cacophony of useless thoughts.


Can I take care of myself?