Can't you see the slashes on my chest.? I know you can see where the blade cut so deep that's it left me on one knee nothing left inside of me ,tears rolling down my cheek ,But they roll slow like the Ganges flows and likewise I'm in need of cleanse so my safe can be closed and I shall never open for another dose of this emotional poison that has my mind body and soul controlled , what makes her think she has the right to be so bold.? Middle of the night my sweats cold , because of thoughts of future decades and me being alone. That passion for care is no longer inside as my life is set to auto pilot as I glide my way into this of inevitable demise and let the crows pick out my eyes sounds like an ideal way to die , as long as I don't have to love again , never have I seen a life where the husband can win because his spouse is out on the town and he's stuck with his two kids, everyone knows that daddy never wins . So he packs his things ever so neatly into his Benz , he sees the screams and begs and pleas for him not to leave through his lens , but by any means necessary , he never wants to love again.