Internal Parts

Inner healing? Self Destruction? Lost soul

When we are born... we are whole, we are brand new, we are shiny, we are unhurt, we are Unmarked, Unblemished, A beautiful blank white canvas and filled with unlimited potential

As we get older, Start to live a little, we begin to lose ourselves... we give impulse to start breaking Into little pieces, being slowly chipped away.... bit by bit... till there is nothing left but empty space

Breaking ourselves down into little pieces and eagerly we begin to give them away, 

Big pieces, small pieces, all in various shapes and sizes

We hand them out earnestly like pieces of candy until there is nothing left

We gets stuck in our heads and have this toxic idea that the more we give away 

The more that we break down our beings... Our Souls...Our very Essence... 

Makes us stronger than we seem , That we are brave warriors who will overcome anything. A lone wolf 

As humans we are in love with broken things and see them as something beautiful.

Being broken brings the assumptions that you can one day be fixed again, That you were once whole, Complete, Undamaged 

People are fascinated in the broken pure pieces that you are, which is why we break our souls Apart and give them away to whoever is willing to take them good or bad.

We don't know better to treasure ourselves and share who we are rather then giving them away

The whole world is here watching you, turn into nothing but a shell of what you once were.

 As you keep on selling your self of parts, Trying to hastily fill the gaping holes left behind

 Which is nothing but a lost cause...

The pieces will never fit again as you will never be the same as you once were

Trying desperately to regain the warmth you once had

Trying whole heartedly to regain feeling to your now cold empty numb body

A near lifeless Vessel...

Stuck between a place of sleep and awake

Begging to once again experience pleasure...pain... 

To enjoy all the flavors of life again...

any kind of tangibility to feel grounded again....

To get to my roots once again

Instead I became disfigured.

Mutilated.

Unrecognizable.

Bits and Bobs of Indistinguishable Parts.