With shut eyes i go out the door,
My heart is open, bleeding and raw.
After so many frightful years, I've left you.
I would be smiling, but I've forgotten how to.

Fortnight later a rose does fall
Into the pit that ends it all,
Face made up with layers of paint
Everyone says how the marks are faint,
It's a shame, she's so young they repeat,
As another blooming rose falls to their feet,
we thought they were happy, it makes no sense,
That here lays a victim of domestic violence.
 
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