Sonnet for the Teen Years
There is no quiet place
inside of my head
everything between us seems dead
I can’t help but to think there is no sun
it is forever dark here
day is always done
People speak of better days
the weight will be lighter
I’ll be released from this haze
I don’t know if I can wait that long
each day goes by
and I try to be strong
but I believe it was broken
I swear my intentions were golden
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