as i stood by the riverside
lost and alone,
with death as my only friend
searching for horizon
to find the very end
my whole,
broken
pathetic
fragile
life ,
flashed infront of me
and the regrets i had in my mind
i look , and
kept looking
at the knife in my hand
the thought of the cool blade
on my pale skin,
the thought of the crimson beads
popping out of my skin,
it all semms so perfect
the shrieks inside my head
had the urge to come out,
i want those scars
i want those cuts
oh! i wish they would never fade
now! those scars seem prettier than mascara
that blood seemed prettier than gucci and prada
my body started shivering,
my eyes started watering,
my stomach growled
and my lips started trembling,
all of a sudden,
''I'M FINE''
rang on my phone
a SORRY was what i got
from the other side,
the knife i threw
and the tears drew,
and i thought that-
that message was all that turned my death to my life
                                                            -Shy­sta&Nandini; x)