I Care Too Much

I Care Too Much


Just when life gets perfect, it falls apart. Once again you're in pieces; sometimes you lose those pieces and you search and search but can never find those pieces again. Then, you continue your life, you forget those pieces existed in the first place. Until a single tiny thing triggers your memory and once again you're in pain. The feeling of nostalgia comes to you, and for some reason you you have a strong sense of longing, your body aching for that part of you that has long since been forgotten. The part of you that you adjusted to not having. The part of you that you can never again obtain.


And once again, you have to adjust. I know this pain too well; I feel as though I've lost so many pieces that the pieces are now bigger than the whole. I am no longer "the Whole", I am rather a disarray of scattered pieces held together by blood and tissue.


A lot of people say I do not care, hell they say it so much that even I believe it sometimes. But truth is I care too much. Every partical of my being cares.

I Care Too Much
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