the other night I was crying
and thinking about dying
I grabbed my knife and felt the familiar sting from my addiction to cutting.
i laid back and I felt dizzy. probably from the blood I lost.
looked down at my arms and legs and wondered who could love a girl like me.
then my beautiful little cat snuggled up against my cut up arm gently. put her paw against them and laid there until I stopped crying. like she knew what was going on. like she knew I needed any kind of comfort in that moment.
maybe if my cat can still love me there’s hope for people to.
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Oh, there’s definitely hope for you. An ex girlfriend of mine used to self harm and even admitted she was trying to push/scare me away as well. But it backfired and I loved her even more because she had the courage to defile her vessel to get across a point most leave unspoken; she was crying for help. Hm. Right now I know a girl who self harms and she loves me… She thought it impossible for anyone to see past her scars, yet I look straight past them and into her piercing blue eyes. Her soul is beauty in itself, and I’m confident yours would be too.
I hope you find that someone soon. Till then, keep your little cat snuggled close and forget about your knife 🙂