Sitin in the dark
wit nothing going through her mind
she picks up the sharp object
and starts cutting
not realising what she has done
when it is to late.
the next morning
the sun rises
and lets a bit of light into her room
when she looks and see what she has done.
she starts crying and screaming for help
but more she creams
the quiet her voice seems to get.
but this is just one of million nights of her life