beautylove1231

Meow. =^._.^= that is all.

It sits in the window, the little black cat, staring with its yellow eyes. It looks at me, and smiles. I look up to see it, the little black cat. No, not a cat, it's teeth are white and too sharp, and its smile so disturbing. It's claws like blades, and it jumps in through the window, scratching me on my arms and legs ,leaving deep cuts bleeding and scars forever to be. And that's how I got these marks.

   Sometimes you lay there wondering, as the tears roll down your cheeks, what's the point? You feel so lonely, so sad, like you have nobody. No one likes you, no one cares, everyone else could be so happy without me. They wouldn't mind. Everyone with their boyfriends and girlfriends, groups of friends. And you sit alone, watching. And you think about it. You almost do it. But then you think. You think of your mom. Dad. Family. And your real friends. Not the fake ones you lost. And you cry even more. And hurt even more. Because of the selfish thing you almost did. But it doesn't matter. You'll be selfish again. Over and over. And always going