Life is never as it seems.
So much is going on behind closed doors.
It's hard to tell what's real and what isn't.
Abusive husband, babies crying, dogs chewing up everything.
A depressed wife, with a depressed life.
No where to turn.
No one to lean on.
No one for support.
No one cares.
It's an easy fix.
She takes the gun from the safe, locks herself in the bath.
Takes a whole bottle of prescription pills.
She cocks the trigger, takes a breath, puts the gun to her head.
One blow and she's gone.
No more suffering, pain, sorrow, getting treating horribly.
But peace, serenity, love, forever more.
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