Pieces Of Me, Splintered Off, Like A Picasso Bomb, But I Survived. Yet The War Is Never Over. Left With The Haunting, Battle Wounds, I Won't Let Others, See Me Bleed. I Can Feel The Phantom Sensations, Every Time I Go [Back]. Reliving A Personalized Hell, All Over Again. Hyperventilating. Escalating. Panic. Pain. Holding Breath. Like A Fish Without Water I Breath, A Survivor. -redhanded.