A better me

It's been so long, since I've poured these words out of me. I've kept them hidden deep down inside, my thoughts were protecting me. From releasing the truth that I've had no intentions on setting free. So if they come out unexpectedly dark, there is no blaming me. I've never had a chance to speak open or even publicly. The stitches that were once holding my lips closed together, they were ripped from the voice in me. By an unknown stranger, that I had met while blood was dripping out of me. She helped me find my voice and now I'm writing very fluently. Every days a struggle, but I cherish what it's done for me. It showed me how to keep on living and that the world is extraordinary. I find myself thinking of that mysterious girl that calmed my anxiety. Who found me before the devil stole my last breath right from under me. She is the light that helped me find my way back into society. Where ever she is, I hope she knows that I'm a better person than who I thought i'd be. Remembering my past was just a step down to where the fires leads. I saw the future in her eyes, when she spoke her knowledge and held on to me. My present is being fixed, thanks to her, I get a better me.