Maybe

Maybe, she's barely getting by
with only her broken heart for comfort
she lost the final thread in all of her being
over some guy.
Perhaps, things will get getter
but she cannot just sit and wait for that day
while she loses all that she's worked for...
a puddle of mud has never been clearer.
So she rolls up her sleeves
and jumps in head on
getting down and dirty
to change the way her path had lead her.
He, was an idiot to be simple and concise
She, was niive and pretty and polite
but she lost the final thread in all of her being
when he started abusing, started screaming
The illusion of happily ever after, shattered
and the splinters bruised her knuckles from the impact of his flesh
and when he hit her back, the blood stained her dress
the man she loved...
darker than a puddle of mud...
She ran
God be dammned
so frightened
so furious
she cried, and she lied, she even confessied
God blessed, her soul
He, lay on the floor covered in gore
She, stood over head, the knife shaking in her hand
the slash on her cheek wide open
the cut in his gut soaking, the floor around him
So, maybe
she's barely getting by
with no one for comfort
because she lost it, just once
over some guy.