Alone

Some pieces of me fall from my thoughts, and these pieces keep falling everywhere I go. I should tell you that there are special pieces, and these ones shall never be touched. I call them "Deadly Pieces of me", it is some kind of fury without any sense, or a deep depression that would make anyone take away the own life. These pieces of me I try to hide even from myself, but at the same time, these pieces are part of me. I don't know what may cause it, maybe a great loneliness I've made to protect myself from the unknown and from deceptions I already had in my life. Sometimes everything seems to be so confusing, and for who lives alona almost all the time is very difficult to keep facing life alone.