Title: Abuse

Now she remembers nothing
of that day.
Years of abuse 
wiped those feelings away
Lying on her back
crimson in her hair
staring at the ceiling with her blank

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take control.
I never meant to hurt you so bad.

So she died all alone 
with a bullet in her head.
But before taking herself 
she made sure her lover was dead.