Story Of My Life (poems)

Mary

Mary had a little wrist
Little wrist
Little wrist
Mary had a little wrist that she cut so slow
Blood pouring down her arm
Down her arm
Down her arm
Blood pouring down her arm mixing with her tears
Tears falling from her eyes
From her eyes
From her eyes
Tears falling from her eyes while a smile
Paints its way across her face
Mary was a little depressed.