Broken to death

Among tombstones and broken glass,
there's a story to be told of horrid past.
Of a woman so lost and confused,
he left her soul battered and bruised.

No money was hers, she hated her spouse;
but forced to live with him in that wretched house.
Rarely was she presented with meals,
but the real horror of her life, she concealed.

No one knew of his strong abuse,
often leaving her wounded, feeling violated and used.
He tortured her in every possible way,
she knew deep down, she could not live another day.

That night, as she shivered next to her awful man,
in her head she conjured up a plan.
The next day as he headed off to work,
she gathered a knife, not leaving a note for that terrible jerk.

The woman grabbed the knife in her hand,
cut her wrist, a big bloody band.
She continued to gouge, her body growing weak.
Soon she fell, admitting defeat.

She left this world, happy and in peace.
The pain in her, had finally ceased.
This tombstone tells of her horrible past,
and how she escaped her life, free at last.