ALP's blog: "some stuff I wrote "

As I slowly watch the pieces of me drift way I realize I am broken and falling apart not know if and when I will ever be whole again.

Is it meant to be that all I ever will find are just the scattered remains to put me back together to what I was once or will it always be broken?

I sit and listen to the small remaining sound of what is left of my heart listening to it fade away slowly into the distance not knowing if it will ever return also.

I sit and try to remember the feeling from when I was whole, and all I feel is the numbing of my heart, as it builds a wall so high that I cant see over it or around it, a wall that is so thick and strong I may never break through.