the missing part of me

I miss that part of me the part that was violently ripped from me No mercy No care for my person, my feelings, no care for me I had no say in it being snatched away, clawed from my being I couldn't even prepare for this on day it was there and the next, emptiness I became a mere shell off a being craving that part of methat is unretrievable I know deep down that it is gone, I'd never be the same. I will forever yearn for my other half it's a dull empty ache that will forever haunt me sometimes I forget but the moment I remember what remains of my being breaks . I miss that part of me, I miss my innocence.