I was once

I was once an addict,
not that long ago.
I was also a daughter,
A sister.
I was once happy, and I was once loved.
I was once curious, so I picked up the pipe.
I was once unhappy, with my sad litle life.
So I enjoyed my hits from the pipe.
I was once broken, and hurt.
I was once afraid of myself.
I was once controlled by drugs.
I was...
Until I found my hope.
That hope made me realize I didn't like who I was, and I wanted to change.
I am struggling.
I am not who I once was.
But, im still a daughter, and still a sister.
So that reassures one day, everything will be okay.