There isn't going to be a boy that comes along and stitches me back together. He isn't going to make a puzzle out of me and fill in the missing places with parts of his heart.
There won't be a best friend that will make sure I'm okay every minute of the day. She won't read my mind and know that I'm lying when I tell her I'm just tired.
I have to keep myself together, because I'm the only one that knows where every piece of me goes.
I have to be okay, because that's what everybody needs right now.
I am fine, and I will never be broken. I will be strong enough to stay in one piece, or I will die trying.