Tragic Love

The pain is unbarreable it eats her alive,
It tears at her heart and brings tears to her eyes.
She tries to escape, but there is nowhere to run,
It follows her around like the hovering sun.
Afraid to tell she keeps it a secret,
She would would rather herself shatter to pieces.
Like a broken mirror, her pride is cracked,
Her soul is gone and her eyes are black.
Her cheeks are cut with gashes and wounds,
Her back is covered with lashes and brusided.

Finally fed up she gets a gun
and fills the chambers one by one.
She tells her daughter she'll see her in heaven,
Then she smothers the daughters face, and counts to thirty-seven.
As the baby struggles, she starts to bawl,
She says she is sorry, but its not my fault.
5 minutes later she goes to her room,
opens the door and slowly presumes.
She stares at her husband with terror and fear
Then rasises the gun as she wipes her tears.
She observes her husband as he sleeps in bed,
And slowly lifts the pistol and points to his head.
She pulls the trigger not once, but twice
And says, thats what you get for ruining my life.
Next she puts her teeth on the pistol,
with her finger on the trigger, she becomes crippled.
So fed up and tired of pain,
She shoots the gun and lets off a BANG!, BANG!!