she plays her skin like a viola
with a sleek metal bow
moving back and forth, tone deaf as death
the music having no beauty to show
self control is bled with no tears shed
for this song is only instrumental
and when the girl bows her body to the crowd of blood and guts
she cannot make it to the concert
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryi made this when i was fighting my depression alone. i now am much healthier, and have grown a lot since this. i'm keeping this up for myself. to remind me of how far i've come in this journey that is my mental health.
