Suicide or Murder

Suicide or Murder

I cannot tell if my lover or my father killed me first, but I died. Not as abruptly as I’d like, but slowly and painfully. With each barb shot at me about how worthless I was, I died daily.

Once bitten (beaten) twice leery I should have been but I believed my lover’s lies, he loved me, he would say rocking my body as we caught our breaths with our bodies still fused together. Well, he hadn’t loved our children because he did beat them out of my womb. So, I died bitterly as summertime sadness was all I ever knew. I dyed my hair and tanned my skin, I lost my figure and lost myself, but still I died; as mistress after mistress pulled the trigger at my joy. I was no better than the whores cause I belonged to he who was everyone else’s but mine.

I cannot tell if society or my mother killed me next. But I died. A woman should stick with her husband, no matter what he is . . . A drunk? Pervert? Lower than a Beast? Because even animals take care of their females and young

I cannot tell if fate or the devil killed me last, but I died. I watch life fleet before me as I lay content in the pool of my blood. Emotions surge to the surface, they burst forth… I am sad for I didn’t get to stroke my daughters’ hair, nor see my little boy take his first steps. I am confused as to why I was ever born; to die? I am remorseful for I let myself down; I feel I should have done more. I am happy for the world has one less abused woman. So I welcome death now, like an old friend cause I died daily. All is perfect in death, or so I think . . .

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  1. Thank God for sense, for to whom head is given sense is expected. I’d rather die single than stay married to a disgrace of d human specie.

  2. Lol. My darling, marriage as an institution is a beautiful thing. But like all things we(humans) touch, we have distorted and warped it’s purpose to suit our flaws. There are alot of amazing individuals out there….

  3. We all have our lives to live. Thus we should not let society or anyone else determine our joy. Otherwise we will die based on their decision. God help us

  4. I like the end. “All is perfect in death, or so I think”. Totally depicts the innermost thoughts of a suicidal person. Sadly, nobody hears their thoughts until they morph into action; actions that keep repeating itself in different forms

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