BLOODY VIOLIN

Stuck within a prison of my own reality

A waste of space recycling the same thought

Contemplating an alternate universe to which I may belong

Sleepless nights drowning in bottles of wine

Paired delicately with colorful pills

Lost in a psychedelic paradise 

Seeking eternal happiness

Going completely manic

Crying so hard I begin to panic for air

Splashing in a pool of my own tears

Looking around the room for my favorite pair of scissors to relieve the stress and tension building inside my veins

My dark mind can not see anything in front of it besides my worthless face staring back at me in the mirror

It's time to play bloody violin with those little arms you use as your personal scratching post

SLICE SLICE SLICE

Quiet now, can't wake up mommy dearest

It's so interesting to be filled with so much hate

You watch the blood pour out of your wrists 

The one thing keeping you alive and you decide to take from it

Selfish f**k

Go to bed 

Reviews

[Pete]

this is an amazing write. great title. such depth of feeling. you've captured it so well - maybe too well. you're obviously a deep person. cutting must be terrible but i understand the need for emotional release. be well ... :)

[ms. understood]

I now use poetry for my emotional release while reflecting on my past. Thank you for the review, Pete!

[Pete]

stick with your writing as a way of letting out what is inside of you itching to come out, works for me! ... :)

[Tamika]

Oh my god this took my breath away. "It's time to play bloody violin with those little arms you use as your personal scratching post" so heartbreaking, so relatable for some, so poetic.

[ms. understood]

Thank you so much for the support!!