A Woman's Plight

When you love someone
How do you know they are true?
You give them your all
But do they give it to you?

You see subtle signs
Yet you have no real proof
You relationship’s changed
Is it in your mind, or the truth?

The fire’s burnt out
There’s no twinkle in his eyes
He comes home late from work
With no reasons why

He’s getting calls day and night
Says it’s work, he has to go
Out the door he charges
You wish you could follow.

He’s in the perfect situation
His pay is salary
His pay check show no hours
Verifying that’s an impossibility

He works in a family business
Of course he has alibis
His family will cover for him
And feed you his pack of lies.

You will start to doubt
Your instinct, worth and self
As you are made to look like a fool
You will loose your mental health.

Anti Depressants
Blood pressure pills
Pepto, Tums, and Rolaids
All this stuff the Dr gives you
Yet nothing takes away the pain.

You start taking drugs
Drinking heavily too
You want to wash your sorrows away
But nothing seems to do.

You know he is cheating
You know all his lies
You just want to end it.
You just want to die.

You decide to end it all
You can’t take the strife
You buy yourself a pistol
And intend to take your life

You drive to your house
And walk into your room
With pistol in hand
Then there’s the shots, boom boom.

Next thing you know
You are covered in blood
Handcuffed and escorted
Through rain and through mud

Into the station
Question room 3
They asked you why
If you tell them, you get a plea.

You are confused
Don’t know why you’re there
Why are you still alive
And why do they even care?

Then it finally dawns on you
The blood, the gun
You didn’t shoot yourself, but
You DID shoot someone

But, who WAS it?
Did you shoot him?
Was it a thief?
Was it her WITH him?

You are flooded with emotion.
Could it get much worse?
Mere existence hurt.
Life itself, is a curse.

Here you are at the station
Should you tell them a lie?
How do you tell someone
All you want is to die?

Telling the truth is the best policy
So you told them about your plans that day
About buying the gun
To blow yourself away

You told them that was all
You could remember no more
But you asked if you could know
The name of his whore

They knew you were nuts
An insanity plea
Off to the nut house
What a mess this will be.

5 years you spent there
getting rehabilitated
when you were released
you needed help getting situated.

You went to a pay phone to call your sister
A man answered, so you asked for sherry.
“She’s no longer with us.” He said
“I’m her widower, Harry.”

You gasped at the news
“Tell me what happened mister”
“Well, just about 5 years ago
She was shot by her sister.

She had a few days off
So she caught the red eye
Dropped in for a visit to her sis
Wanted it to be a surprise…..”

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Tiana Upg-Asgy
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