Red Violin
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Nov 4, 2016
It brings to life the struggles of cutting. The desire to do so is not for attention but comes from self-hatred which this poem portrays. The voice of the poem comes from the mocking voice which slowly becomes that of the individual desperately seeking a way out. This revolting permeating sense oozes out in the senses and interpersonal experiences. Each piece focuses on a different aspect or wavering reality.
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Treated like you are worth nothing more than a grain of dirt on the sidewalk. Your heart tossed around and battered until the puncture wounds are too much to bare. Captured and trapped by the whispering words of hatred echoing in your head.
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