I still,
after two months, find myself
still up at 3:00 in the morning just crying until I have no more
tears.
I still, after two months,
find that I am still deeply in love with the man who broke my
heart.
I still, after two months,
find that I have made plenty of new scars that line my wrists and
thighs.
I still, after two months,
find that I havent eaten more than a single bite since the last
time I saw you.
But...
Finally, after two months, I
have smiled at myself in the mirror again
Finally, after two months, I
have brushed through my hair in attempt to look
pretty.
Finally, after two months, I
have found a reason to put forth at least a little
effort.
Finally, after two months, I
do not want to die.
And now...
I found someone
else.
I found someone who wants
me
and doesn't want me to change...
I found someone that I can
have to myself
and won't have to question their
loyalty...
I found someone to help me
satisfy my needs
and will go out of their way to make me feel
safe...
I found someone that will
let me get high around him
and will buy me cigarettes and
drugs...
I found someone that I
appreciate
and I don't have to fight for
him...
I found someone who
won't judge me by my scars
and will still hug me after Iv'e bled...
I found someone...
and I think I might
make it out alive...