So your friends don't talk to you anymore
You feel dragged and done in the dirt, mood
And you feel like keeping up is a chore
And your friends seem to be really rude
When you want to die, but you must survive
Your only comfort is sweets you eat
Everyone else just seems to thrive
And your life never ever was complete
After you feel what you feel you feel death
And you ask someone around how they feel
They respond with death, upon their last breath
All you can do now is try to feel, heal
You realize what you feel is depression
And that can't be cured by aggression
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Sad Sonnets
PuisiJust 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.
