Repair the Damages.

I was broken
But my maker wanted me fixed.
The invisible hands of fate heard its call,
And began to fix me piece by piece.
Paying close attention to detail, to ensure that it doesn't come apart as quickly as before.
And day by day I began to feel more human than zombie.
Though the heart strings that were broken aren't mended,
Just temporarily bound together tight around my heart,
Squeezing out old feelings of left over love and hate.
Though now i'm left as a emotionless empty shell.
A doll, all new but still not fully fixed.