Puzzle

I am a race with no lines
Pieces that do not make a whole
A flame that provides no warmth
A light that beckons darkness

I try to be complete
To be not this but much more
A fragment of who I am
So small it doesn’t even feel like me

i am a house that doesn’t feel like home
A phone with no screen
Heat when there is no longer cold
Life, at least how it feels near the end

Will I ever be finished
Is it even worth trying
Every piece brings more
It hurts to not be complete