Missing Parts Poem by Diana Ballesteros

Tonight, I feel like I gave away a part of me.
I traded a part of me, just for some company.
I gave a part of me to have someone pretend they care about me. Even if deep inside I know it's a lie.
I have sold parts of me to feel some emotions, even though we are not anything to each other. We are just friends. Always keeping it in the back of mine mind.
I lost parts of me, I leave myself everywhere, nowhere to be found.
It's like am looking for my missing pieces of me. Am looking for my missing half, but now I think he's just a ghost. No one was meant for me. But all I have done is throw myself out, my years and keep giving parts of me.
All my years on earth, have been trading, giving and losing myself, my time, my heart and my soul.
I was only hoping someone would have seen my inner soul, because I don't feel it anymore. I've gave every ounce of me away and no one has looked back. I only see them walk away as I turn and walk away, and keep heading nowhere.
With time is been easier to stop feeling, crying, and stop hoping, stop looking for you, with time I have learned to heal myself. Lick my own wounds and just move on.