Orchestra of Razors

Exasperation thick in my voice,

As I try to explain my choice

of choosing the past again,

Playing on my bloody violin.

My blade is poised in the air,

I dig in deeper than I dare.

Remembering all the pain before,

Maybe I'll just cut one more.

Slit after slit the blood pours down my wrists,

Dripping down the sink and disappearing into the abyss.

I try to remember how it was like to be happy,

But now all of that seems way too sappy.

Maybe one day I'll find a deep connection within,

But not until I release my deadly violin.