Missing pieces

If I disappear before the morning find me .know that I was never alone .i lay in a room of thousand faces, a thousand voices passing through the wall, yet somehow,one piece of me was missing.i searched beneath the noise, between the faces, inside every silence.but i knew i hadn't taken it.perhaps it had been gone long before I noticed.perhaps someone in that room was carrying it without knowing. And maybe that is cruelest part_to be surround by everyone and still spend the night looking for yourself.