Through Their Eyes
Often I'd think after he'd beaten me
I have to get out, have to break free
Weighing up my options it was plain to see
Getting rid of him is how it should be
I started to research, gather info and read
The perfect murder is what I need
Poisoning him slowly with every feed
Always having munchies after smoking weed
It took awhile to see any effect
To others it looked like self neglect
No reason at all for any to suspect
A sense of satisfaction with no regret
Trying to be tough no doctor he saw
Early one morning collapsing on the floor
Knowing he was there but I chose to ignore
One way or another I'd settle the score
Slowly in pain he finally died
Now I'd never again have to hide
I held my head high with such great pride
At his funeral I even cried
No more beatings making me sad
But wasted years made me mad
I couldn't show it but I was glad
For breaking free I finally had!
4 August 2016
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