The Heart of Me

I have been put down, I have been messed with and torn, I have been shattered and broken. I have been left like that for many years now. And nobody has been able to help me because half of me is missing. It always will be missing. I will never be a whole person. A lot of people don't know what it's like being abandend. But for those of you that have been then you know what I mean. I will never really find out who I really am because half of me is missing. And it's been missing for a little over 16 years now. Without the other half of me, how am I suppose to really know who I am? Or who I could become when I grow up, Or what I'm even capable of anymore? Bottom line is........... My whole life it's been a constant war in my heart and my soul. Trying to find out who I am on my own because a lot of people don't understand me. But when you've been abandend it's not something you can just put a band-aid on. It scares you for life. And that's the way it will stay. That mark will always be there to prove that you survived it. You will not be able to see it but it's there. Some people wear it proudly and others still don't know. Just like me. But one day I will find out. And when I do everyone will see that I could do it. Even if I only know who half of me is. I look at it as I have half of the map already and now it's my turn to finish what I've started, but this time do it my way and no one elses.