I used to fuck up cut up, hit up, mess up I was that fucked up chick people didnt like. How did you seem to change that, my savior? You came into my life and fixed the fuck up, picked me up and rearranged the broken peices and glued them into place. The cuts heal and disappear for good, barely leaving scars. I stay sober, the bottles of concotions remain full. Im not dope up, the once empty bottles jingle full of pills. I no longer hide from the world. The smile that was lost has returned, the laugh that was once silent rings out, my heart feels... love, warmth, happiness... my mind trust my hands and lips touch anothers I think Im whole again.
