I have cried myself to sleep many nights curled in a fetal position.
My heart had been broken in a million different ways, however there is no one to help me pick up the pieces.
My mind was a world wind that wouldn’t stop.
Death came knocking at my door and I almost gave up.
A storm raged in my mind every day for months but I couldn’t bow down to defeat.
I took a pen in my hand and began to write.
I wrote to tell another person they were loved.
I wrote to make another laugh when they felt like crying.
I wrote with the hopes of inspiring the world.
I wrote to save my own life.
Ya see, death came knocking at my door and I didn’t open it.
Beautiful Black Cat
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