Bloody Mary
A lonely girl of Camden Town,
Depressed unhappy feeling down.
In tired hands she takes a knife
And there decides to end her life.
Thoughts of happy times that passed
Her quickly by - they never last.
Cutting flesh - she changed her mind
But now she'd gone too deep this time.
Sat there, crying, too weak to shout.
She sat there, dying as blood poured out
The fatal wound - cut with hate.
Any help was now too late.
In her room alone she died.
Her tragic death was all in vain,
For no one knew her no one cried
And others still re-live her pain...
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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