Errg. Here's a sonnet I wrote.

Forgetting seems like a good idea,
Regretting is sorrowfully my plan.
Rain, frost, sweat, tears and blood always so clear,
Pain, dirt, ice and darkness squashed in a can.
Open it swiftly, let the bad come in,
Close it quickly to stop hope getting out.
In the world that I live, love is a sin.
In my domain, I can cry, hide and shout.
I can run way way way far way away,
I can sob, I can wail, I can lie still,
I don't have to listen to what you say,
I don't have to do your bidding or will.
There's no need to yell and swear at the door,
I can just curl up and weep on the floor.