he
told me to go out and have some fun
should
have known, it was too good to be true
something
new, something I haven't done
stayed
out really late, beyond my curfew
came
in, looked at the clock, it read two
he
fired questions at me like a gun
I
couldn't get a single answer through
somehow,
I ended up the lonely one
he's
pushing me out and slamming the door
I
felt like trash, something he threw away
leaving
me with nothing but bloodshot eyes
wasn't
long before my blood hit the floor
without
him I have no reason to stay
while
slicing my wrist I say my good byes
Petrarchan
Sonnet
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