My missing puzzle piece

Dear my missing puzzle piece, You're the rite of movement I know you don't even know me yet, But this year feels like an apocalypse, I've never felt so loved and low at the same time. I'll trade my life, I'll trade my soul, I'm yours, just take me home. I do not know what I think, and none of my best friends know what I think, The sweet torture my face and my fiction go through, the sunsets I despise, that cover my tears, my truths. "pretty eyes of an angel, empathy of a god." "Oh, you've got it all, You always get all that you ever want.", Sure, but they've only seen me through the mist, of their delusion, and my goddamn first guise perfection. They've only known me for some years, while no one sees what rots in my mind or my fears. Maybe this was my purpose after all, Maybe I was meant to be wandering around closed doors, Maybe I'll stay like this forever, I'll grieve a heart that I let you pause. Dear my missing puzzle piece, You've become a ritual of my movement I know you don't even know me yet, This year feels like an apocalypse, I don't see an end to this grief. 'Cause it's a shame, I ended up losing my loved one once again, dividing all that we've collected, happiness is a myth. Now I have left home before, for none of them meant more than walls, I've picked petals before, Divided we stand, united we fall. Dear my missing puzzle piece, I know you don't care that much, but it's your absence that has left me pierced, Dear my missing puzzle piece, Where will I find you? how will I mine you?