I am losing all control in my life
My room is no longer mine that is gone
Makes me want to stab myself with a knife
I almost don't want to see a new dawn
I had to surrender all my control
All the things that make me who I am now
I had to give up my life as a whole
I hate why I had to give it and how
Everyone talks about what they would want
I just want to have my old life back please
I hate how often I am nonchalant
I will never beg you to on my knees
I am not happy with my family
Instead I feel kinda sorta clammy
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Sad Sonnets
PoetryJust a couple of sonnets, I wrote when I was feeling down, and depressed. But there is always hope. I write sonnets to deal with the guy that I love, and how he can't seem to make up his mind.
