Today was the day he brought his gun home,

He held it with pride and a smile on his face,

Like all happiness he ever knew was behind every bullet count the gun carried,

He even forgot of the life he took from me with every slash to my body,

He held it with pride as though he was carrying a wedding ring for me,

The very one I never got for the past 15 years he said he'd bring me,

Like I was not the wife character building him up when he fell,

The pride and joy I wish he would glance me once to remind me of the love we only reconsiled, 

Behind a prostrate of him and his family, he hid it well,

Kept it a secret as well as the beatings, 

Maintaining the image of a good wife while I had no proof to his official ownership, or sense of secrecy,

I was just a tool, like the many others he forgot about since he brought his gun home, 

Having a heated, cold argument, 

He went to the very secrecy he kept his toy, 

The one today I can't talk about because now I bear a bullet in my skull, 

He took life from me and now I'm the very life I felt taken away, 

As I lay here cold and alone, 

I wanna talk to you my sister, full of life and joy, 

Should you ever feel the need for help, reach out and let the world know, 

Leave the very indicencies of a man or woman who knows no love or care, 

Tomorrow it WILL BE YOU LEFT COLD AND ALONE!