Violins Poem by Ash Desrocher
Violins
Violins singing
as if it's my last day.
Ringing in my ears
trying to get me to say
that today is my final day
I will ever have to live.
My friends don't notice it,
cause I can hide it well,
that my arms tell the story
of a million violins,
playing a sad melody.
In my head
as I lay in the tub,
tears rolling down
as I bleed out.
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