"I grip my knees with both hands and try to hold my body together.  I'm about to rip at the seams; if I cry, everything inside me is going to fly out.  When someone opens the door, pieces of me will be borne away on the wind.  I'll never be able to find all of them.  I'll never be whole.  I'll never be whole."
-Something Real by Heather Demetrois