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...