AnOtHer StOrY!

She sits in her kitchen

In this dark night

Her hands playing with a knife

And her brain asking her to strife

Anyways she makes her decision

NOW, she can cut herself with precision

Before that she just takes a look at her scars

Counting them,umm,she guesses-some 23 bars

She remembers NOW, which one is for what

She remembers NOW, how all that pain was fought

All she has got for these were stares

But who knows the truth-all bare

Thinking all this, she has cut herself three times

Red is the color that she pays for not dying

Why-is your question?

The same is mine!!!