My Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a Winter's day?
Skin art more cold and pale,
Her mind races, as it becomes a snowy storm,
Eyes filled with fear, heart filled with pain,
Winter calls for long sleeves, to hide the scars of yesterday,
She knows not how to love and be loved in return,
Neglected by mother and father,
With nothing or no one left,
Shes beginning to think her life is worthless,
Cutting both of her arms as she walks outside,
To die in the snow where she feels most invisible,
Her parents cry out "Why"?
She thought to herself no more blood, sweat, and tears,
No more heart filled with pain, No more eyes filled with fears.
...written in my English class today after reading sonnet 18, I guess its ok.
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