She sometimes wondered
If it was a strong relationship;
They fought all the time
About the littlest things
That would not make a difference.
So one day she had enough
Of the agonizing pain
That ceased to stop
She knew she just had o endure
But no more could she
She took the knife
Slowly she brought it down her arm
She fell to the ground
Lifeless, and finally painless
Death gripped her in his sturdy arms
Tears fell from her mourners eyes
Tears of wet salt, tears of blood
Through the fog
And under the dark sky
There were teardrops beneath stormy weather.
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