I've Played the Violin on My Thighs
Self-Harm Poem
Sometimes I play the Violin.
It reminds of my original sin
I'd like to play right now.
I will soon, I vow
Sometimes I like to
I love to
Or I hate myself for wanting to
I'd like to feel it roam across my body to bring me back to life
Or just to calm my restless soul
Across my thigh my knife
glides till I have no self-control
I call myself a violinist
So, I am not categorized as “explicit”
My original sin?
Trusting my father with my depression
And soon, with my blade, I tore my skin
Therein lies my transgression
The violin, I still play
My thighs, I still cut
My heart is an ashtray
I’m still okay, somewhat
About the Creator
Desiree Stumo
I'm a 20 y/o college student who's hoping to successfully express my emotions and opinions in 600 words or more~ I love organizing, daydreaming, and getting excited about cartoon and anime characters. i@dks_senpai T@Willa2Wall t@Volita_san
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