No.

Here I lay,
just broken-hearted,
I can't even recall
how this all started.
It was a past time,
and now it's life.
His other half,
his other wife.
Can't I stop this?
There must be a way.
I just can't take this
another day.
The scars on my arms
can't be counted,
from how many times
he's let me down, and-
where's he gone now?
and is it even worth doing?

...
I can't even finish this now.
I'm too sad.
If anyone likes it, I'll finish it up.