Torn

Somewhere along the way, I became torn. Like the page from a book, the most important one missing. I became me, who I am today, because of being torn. Is it too hard for you to understand? This is me, a HOLLOW shell that once use to be full of love and joy and happiness. Where did it all go wrong? I ask myself the same question. It didnt go wrong. This was meant to be for me. I am a human. Made to feel what I feel. Its okay. Im okay. NOT really that okay but okay. Ive lived through it. Survived. Hurt. Felt what it feels like to burn inside. My soul is forever searching for that one thing that can bring it back to its rightful owner. Alone. I know this because of choice. My choice. My fears. Anxiety. Torn like that page that needs to be found but cant.