Misery

Misery is like snakes squeezing the life out of its pray.
Hurting so deeply, not knowing what to say.

Wishing to parish but scared of death,
Wish I knew where to turn to next.

Misery laying heavily on me,
In a marriage I hate but to insecure to leave.

"Who would want such a women" plays in my ear,
These repeated words he said for me to hear.

Misery of believing your not worth a damn,
Holds me down like a Devilish hand.

The tears burn my sensitive cheeks,
As I always cry myself to sleep.

Wishing the monsters of the night,
would come and end my miserable life.

Instead I am made to suffer,
I'm a bad person, wife and mother.

I do what I can to carry on,
Pretend to be happy like nothings wrong.

Until the day I can get up the nerve,
And end this miserable life, like I deserve!