"You survived it. You made it. You're not there anymore."

I've heard this a lot, from friends and professionals. They're not necessarily wrong as I'm still very much alive and kicking. My mind, though, that's what is missing out of this equation. So, all of that, "You made it" and crap; it's not entirely accurate.

Then some people get annoyed with what I'm able to do and, even more noticeably, what I'm incapable of doing. "What happened to you? You used to be so alive."

I can't seem to make people see, let alone understand, that a piece of me died. When it was ripped out of me, the remains fragmented. And it's all split and can't seem to be glued back together.

What if what kills me is the same **** everyone thought I survived?