Do you know what it feels like to crumble on the floor and cry until your eyes feel like they're quivering, and you just want to crawl out of your skin and find home elsewhere? Do you know how it feels to have so many holes left in and dug out of you by people you once considered your world? You're embedded with so many of these empty voids that you constantly fall into yourself and no one wants to give you a hand out, so by now, you don't even know what part of yourself you're sitting in. I'm trying to find a single piece of myself that's still there, but there's nothing to look for—I have no pieces left to find. I want to find the old me again; the one whose eyes lit up just from the sight of rainbow after a rainy shower. But these are the days that really make me question if she even exists at all anymore because I'm looking everywhere. And I can't find her. I'm scared to death I never will.