DiFFerent kinds of Red

She sits in the bathroom
In the bathroom with a knife
Everything is so confusing
As she contemplates her life

Subconsciously she takes this knife
And puts it at her wrist
She pulls it down
And slowly it makes it mark

It numbs her pain
And Drop by drop
A different kind of red
Hits the floor

She takes the knife
And whispers
this ones For you mother