There are too many pieces of me. — She sang in a childish melody — So many that sometimes I get lost among them and wonder who I really am, for a long, long time I found myself completely alone, but they were always here. My delusions, my pieces, the only ones I can trust.
A broken child that has been broken into several pieces and a mind that is torn between reality and delusions. They're what really keep her alive and that's not exactly a happy story.