I sit alone at my desk I cry there
All around me there is happy chatter
It is almost like I am only air
It is like I do not even matter
Alone and ignored by those who care
I sit and stare at the wall and fight tears
I just stay all alone in math and glare
Everyone left the girl with all the fears
Alone and treated like trash left outside
That is how I felt for most of my life
I hate how I was used and without pride
All I want now is a really sharp knife
I was tossed aside like rotted trash
My heart torn and burned and left as ash
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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.
