Hey this is a sonnet I wrote at school and liked, so would some peeps mind giving their opinion please!
My lonely soul forever lost to me,
Out of reach in a place I cannot find,
Locked 'way in the deep confines of my mind.
Hidden from me so that I cannot see,
With a jailer who through away the key.
All of my knowledge about being kind,
In my destructive wake it's left behind.
My stone-cold heart beats out blood made of ice,
With each crime, I lose more of myself,
Will never know what it means to be nice,
My emotions tucked 'way on a high shelf,
And with a last desperate throw of the dice,
I do something that damages my health.
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