Incomplete

A clutter of souls come and go
Always leaving a mark
And taking away the best thing in my life
My once whole heart.
It used to blossom like spring's flowers
Used to be warm like the summer sun
Never been like the withered autumn leaves
Nor as cold as the winter snow.
Yes, intruders came, and each took a piece
Leaving only memories of heartaches
Icy and venomous as it is
Numb, within me it lays.
Day by day it eats me alive
Day by day I notice
I become separated from life
I become apart from me.
I am but a stray soul
A wandering body on cold earth
Forever searching for the lost pieces
They be lost, I remain hopelessly incomplete.
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Note: it jumps around a lot, and I don't like it that much.
But, whatever, you know?