My bloody symphony.

What some peoples idea of revealing pain is:causing more.

Each strum of my arm releases emotional pain

Why am I doing this again?

The trickles of blood dance on my skin

Alas, I have let the depression win

At each slash my face grimaces with doubt

Yet each day with this I cannot go without

My body is an instrument, on it I play my sorrowful tune

On my flesh all over, my notes are strewn

My face a picture of sheer relief

I am  happy, compared to others belief

My mind grows weary and my soul grows weak

I know that my life ahead looks bleak

And so I play my bloody symphony again

Author's Note

Please give tips on how I could improve, and just give an honest opinion.

Reviews

[melz1108]

This hit home with me...short and powerful...I play this tune. I love it!