• i'm like a doll that's missing pieces
    a broken doll that can't be fixed
    a defect
    people pass me in the hall
    and i pass them
    are they invisible
    or am i?
    am i needed,
    am i necessary,
    the world dosen't care,
    who lives or who dies,
    great men and women
    mothers, fathers, and childern
    thats why people search for each other,
    i can't seem to find my person,
    So i should just lay down and