TBI

It’s nothing short of remarkable. How you continue to pick up my pieces of distruction that I leave behind me.
Half in which contain myself.
I’m not too sure how to remember who I am.
Can you please help me find me?
I’m cold.
I’m alone.
I’m lost.
And…
NOW..
The pieces that I had left behind seem to no longer be there. Where did they go?
Where are the shards?
God, please…
I can’t remember..
Was it me or you that threw out the pieces?