It's like a empty room
My heart is shallow
That's all because of whom
Who's ever done this deserves the gallow
The pain it brings day after day
Is enough to make me grab the rope
Build my body out of clay
I no longer have hope
Why does time not stop
Why do I always feel this way
Until I saw that beautiful knot
And ended it all that glorious day
My soul is free from my cures
Let what remains lie in a Herse
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Author:
DeathByInk (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2017 20:02
- Comment from author about the poem: It's the first Sonnet I've done.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 35
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Comments1
I have felt this way more then once. If you ever need someone to talk to just send me a message. I've been through almost everything you could imagine even some stuff you might not be able to imagin from abuse all the way to fighting cancer... I'm here for you!
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