~A Girl Named Cat~
I met a girl named Cat;
She helped through all the pressure
Of being perfect and pretty
And Smart, Skinny, too.
She knew a way to make me feel
Like I was alive
And that I could heal
from the pain of the lies
and the hurting deep inside.
She was the one who told me
to pick up the scissors
and just let it be.
The blade against skin,
One quick slide,
Led it inside,
Making the blood run
And stain my skin red.
It was a way to let my
demons from within
Come out,
If even for a moment,
The sweet relief was enough
To keep adding more
of the little valleys
Upon my skin.
This sweet escape,
a getaway from the pressure
to be the perfect girl
would be gone, and though
the relief would end,
I could always redo it,
And then just pretend,
During the day,
that it had never happened.
She had me sworn to secrecy
This relief had to remain a mystery
Nobody could know,
Of my Sweet Escape.
I met a girl named Cat;
During the last three years,
She sacrificed my life
And led me to the escape
at the end of a knife
She always knew when it was needed,
And when I had cheated
My way out of telling the truth.
After depending upon Cat's blade
for my sweet escape,
I was always in need of her aid.
My body now lined with scars,
What am I to do?
I knew a girl named Cat;
She sacrificed me.
