The Red Was Sure To Show

Horror, And Gloom

Mary had a razor blade.

Her cuts were red as rose,

and everywhere the razor traced,

the red was sure to show.

She kept her wounds a secret,

under sweaters that she wore.

Each time a little deeper in,

til' the trickles made the floor.

Mary cracked a smile, when

she finally made it through.

She dropped the razor blade,

and her lips turned baby blue.

they kept her death a secret

after finding in her room

Mary's many warning signs

though her parents never knew

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