I think all those years ago
they took something from me.
not a tangible something,
not a something you can feel or hold or see,
but a something from deep inside of me.
I think they took a piece of me,
or a handful of small pieces of me,
pieces I'll never be able
to get back.
and I swore I'd never ever write
about that day,
about those people,
about you.

but this isn't ******* about you.
it never was or ever will be about you.
any of you.

this is about me,
and my pieces,
and how I really
really
really
just need to find a way to breathe again
without them.