Oh! How broken are we .

Triying to fill our emptiness with things and hollow people
but at the end we end up a little more damaged.

Picking up my pieces , I realize that I’m not whole anymore; instead , I only have nine hundred and ninety nine pieces of myself.

Because I was broken in a thousand pieces, losing the parts of me that I thought were important.

And at the time yes, they were; but not anymore. Suddenly, in a moment, in an instant they’ve stopped being so.

And that is a part of growth.
A lot of times we stay with pieces of people , but a lot of other times; it’s they who stay with a...