She plays her skin like a violin.
Armed with a shiny metal bow.
She moves back and forth, tone deaf as death.
This music has no beauty to show.
And when the girl falls down without
A sound,
She can't make it to the recital.
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Sadness
Non-FictionSad stories. Quotes about depression. Betrayal. Quotes about suicide. Suicide notes. Notes to people. ⚠️Contains Trigger Warnings⚠️ Ranked #6 in nonfiction on 13-3-18 Book 1 of 2 in the Sadness series
