We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

I'm a second hand puzzle, bought on a flee market in july 1992. Some of my pieces are lost, some are discolored. You're one piece of me, the puzzle. Maybe not the heart shaped piece witch completes my empty chest, but without you, I'm incomplete.
You changed me in so many ways, and not talking to you makes me dizzy. Three and a half years thrown away, like it was never there. And it breaks me, I'm losing more and more pieces of myself, of my mind. I'm going mad. I tried so hard to love you, every day I did my very best. But sometimes I just couldn't love you. I knew you tried to make me happy, or as happy as I could be. But you couldn't. I couldn't.

Life isn't fair, you've been told that since you can understand that sentence. But have you ever truly thought about it? Why is life not fair to you, but to others it is? I've been thinking about that a lot lately, but I still can't find an explanation. Trough the years I started to build up some trust for Karma: If you do something good, good things will happen to yo. But if you do something bad, bad things will happen to you. Some people find it weird, unrealistic. But to me, it is a way to give my life meaning. But still, why do all those bad things happen to me? It doesn't make me stronger nor do I learn something from it. What did I do to deserve this? To have my heart held by tiny treads that keep getting cut in half?

I lost, I'm lost.