Here is another poem.
Black
Everything is black. I am useless he told me so. Our first date was grand a kiss in the sand. Why did I make it all go wrong?
He was kind at the start. At our wedding I made the mistake of eating a piece of cake. He didn't want me to get fat, that's why he got so cross.
Oh God it's so black in here. I feel light but I know it's better this way, I will be free from the screaming. Oh God I hate the screaming. My kids will be sad, please don't let them be hurt.
Cleaning was a chore I could never get right. The house would be sparkling but it was never clean enough. I can still feel his hands as he warmed me what to do. It hurt be he always had that right.
Oh God, Oh no, I know I have to go. The light is near what do I have to fear.
The flashing blue, the men in green,
'Oh God another dead one on Christmas Eve. What the the bruises on her arm?'
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