Heartbroken Suicide Poem by Leady Rhymes

The second glance, of your face, 

was way more, than I could take, 

my hands and knees, began to shake, 

the floor below, began to quake.


It was true, it was not fake, 

the reason I, was here was fate.

Went 2 months, date to date, 

sharing time, things were great. 


2 weeks more, you were mine, 

you were amazing, so divine.

We’d stay up late, drink red wine, 

having a truly, amazing time.


4 months on, your moving in, 

I was so happy, I could sing.

Nothing was better, no greater win, 

I was wearing, a permanent grin.


It was crazy, I couldn’t believe, 

this beautiful girl, content with me. 

I prayed to god, she’d never leave, 

maybe she might, even conceive.


3 more months, things went wrong
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in my pad, I didn’t belong, 

it was clear, been strung along, 

by no means, had I done wrong.


I worked hard, every day, 

to try and pay, both our way, 

yet in bed, she would stay, 

making promises, she’d repay.


Home from work, feeling tired, 

Relaxation, I required.

Feeling troubled, feeling blue,

 really needed a hot brew. 


In our room, on our chair, 

could not believe, at what I stare, 

another mans, underwear, 

she was having, an affair.


She called me names, to my face

She’d become, a total disgrace, 

Constantly, on my case, 

I wish she wasn’t, in my place.


She’d been loving, all my mates, 

and charging them, her daily rates, 

sneaking out, on several dates, 

I suspected, queue debates.


We would argue, we would curse, 

things went bad, then much worse, 

she was ready, pre-rehearsed, 

told me I, should see a nurse.


She would scream, she would shout, 

then she said, she needed out, 

yet I was perfect all throughout, 

then admitted, she’d played about.


Things got crazy, I went mad, 

the best thing, I had had, 

was turning in to something bad, 

I wanted her out, of my pad.


Bottles up, and I grew thin, 

I never let, anyone in, 

my flat now, looked like a bin, 

my head hurt, I took aspirin.


1 year had past, I’m still the same, 

looking onwards, to pass the blame, 

staring at, what I became,

 it was true, I’d turned insane.


I soaked my carpet, in petrol, 

in my mind, just one goal, 

to go ahead, and torch my soul, 

it seemed as though, I’d no control.


I sparked the flame, threw the lighter, 

the fire grew from bright to brighter, 

I clenched my fist from tight to tighter, 

it was true... I was no fighter.