do you know who you are?

I am broken. My heart has been thrown to the floor and it has parted into so many pieces, so much more than I could ever keep track of.
I think it'll always remain that way.
I think we are all broken, just like that. And we will never be whole again, because all those bits and pieces of our broken hearts have been left along the way, as if it were bread crumbs that we've dropped throughout our path to remind us of those places we've been and of all those people that meant something, that made us feel something, whether it was love or hate or lust or peace. I think that's important. It's important to remember what made us, what turned us into who we are now.
I don't mind being broken. At least I know who I am.