Ramblings of the Broken: Part 1

I move along, almost as if I am a machine. I feel no heartbeat, but somehow know that I am still alive. How did it come to this? Was it the years of torment, no I haven't broken down once since then. Could it have been that I had lost some humanity along the way? I look human enough though, but maybe I had left a part of myself behind. Humans, we evolve not only physically, but emotionally to try to forget; however, the past repeats itself, and without these evolutions I fear my mind would break. So yes, I sacrifice my humanity and heart to save the sliver of sanity I retain. I shield it like a mother does her child, or should do. You see, broken things are no longer needed, but I know that I will stay. Not for the ones who threw me away, but for the ones that will find me. I attempt to regain what I lost, but attempt to push it away at the same time.