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.