Black Cat

I think it speaks for itself...

I look at you and I think,

What the f**k did I do to deserve that?

These multicoloured black and white emotions

 running through my veins hurt so bad.

Why did you not listen to all the words

I’m screaming inside my head?

Do I not deserve a life?

 I wonder why I am who I am,

and then I look around me, and I think,

oh yeah, what a great big f*****g surprise.

Screaming, shouting, yelling, crying,

all inside my head every day,

inside this thunderstorm of cymbals,

nothing,

not even the black cat I hold in my arms can help me now,

 because no one can ever understand me,

no one will ever know how much I hurt inside,

how much I want to cry and break down.

But no, I am a big girl,

and big girls don’t f*****g cry, do they now?

So if you don’t love me, why do you say you do?

And if you don’t want anything to do with me,

then that’s fine because I know I’m messed up, and I’m proud of it.