Everyday I lose a piece of myself, some days it's so small I don't notice, other days it's so big I feel as if I can't move on, I try so hard to stay together, I try to replace my missing pieces with others, I sow them to my broken soul hoping to feel the way I did before, but now I'm just a mutilated husk of what I once was, grasping for anything to keep the last part of my humanity from eroding away, but I feel as if it's to late to save that part of me, I feel myself just shuffling though life, just another Frankenstein trying to find meaning knowing your just the remains of those who have been forgotten