Parts of me
                      Ill my pieces
                     Thoughts to be
Just like Jesus
       Impossibly
Be the good neighbor

When I don't like nobody

Finding peace
Is a solution
Searched in it's rarity

     It is a puzzle piece
Lost which completes
                  Parts of me
                    I once had
Till I developed leprosy

My skin dripped fingers
As my heart fell off of me

Hunting down the cure
Was exhausting
And melancholy

My dissed ease
   Was a necessary
          By all means
I lost
Parts of me
                    Involuntarily

As I looked to the floor
I noticed everything

The broken pieces
Scattered
Were swept into a pile of me

Now I'm putting back
The parts of me
That never functioned
Properly

However broken
I never lost hope
Until I could find every peace

To assemble
The parts of me
That were always there

But I was too blind
To see