Suicide or Homicide?
Writhing, doubled over on her knees
All because all he pain you have put her through
Heart aching, chest hurting, pain floods her still
Tears falling, drenching her bed, her final resting place
Her anguish and agony continued to show
And as she took out the knife
Few words and thoughts escaped.
Life for him will be better
When I'm out of the way
Was all she thought
And she raised the gleaming knife high into the air
Coming down at her stomach, now enclosed in a black bag
But no one was to know she killed two with her final stab that day
He never knew he had a 3-month son on the way.