Pieces of me

tearing down the walls ive built to let you into my soul, i cant be in here alone anymore i know there is another way, perhaps an open door but first i have to find the key to unlock it. in search for this key day and night i finally realize it was i that locked it you see this door is my souls refuge. i have lost so many pieces of me on this journey that i dont recognize my reflection. the gentle eyes staring back at me could not have possibly seen what mine have, they are too soft to have seen flesh torn inside out. i tore my flesh inside out to hide the bumps and bruises i have gathered. i am trying to go back and retrace my footsteps picking up pieces of me like hansel and gretel trying to find my way back home. i have lost myself behind my own walls. seeing the truth right before my eyes while lies are thrown in my face. when will i learn to trust the human race when constant lies they throw in my face. those lies told me i would never find my pieces but my search continued. I found my shattered hope in a gutter. my stolen trust i found in my childhood bedroom. my love in a landfield. my pain up in smoke. my faith shackled to my ankle. my voice on crumbled pieces of paper. my heart stomped 6 feet under. my soul scattered in a million pieces. i sit here today with my pile of pieces. gathering my soul and putting my puzzle back together there are some still missing. maybe i will never find them again. i learned to live half alive then i notice you over there in the corner...

What piece do you have and when can i have it back?