Suicide Love

She sat in a dark corner, curled into herself.

Dark sunken eyes painted black.

Scars across her gentle but abused body.

He comes in the dark of night, when he wants her. She's almost paralyzed; he has full control of her.

Gone as quickly as he came she is alone again.

She looked in a mirror and became terrified of the lifeless face that gazed back at her.

Sunken grey eyes, shrivled lips and tattered hair.

Bite marks left on her neck and breasts, bruises cover her body.

Scars on her arms and legs from the injections.

She has been tamed.

She returns to the corner.

Sitting by herself she begins to silently weep.

She isn't the same woman anymore, once confident and beautiful.

She is now a prisoner of love, a victim left to his will.

She wants to leave, save herself, but he's back.

Again, he does what he came to do, leaves his mark as he injects her and softly whispers "I love you".

Her will to leave is gone.

She never thought it would come to this.

The abuse, the manipulation.

Her will to fly has been drowned- he does love her after all.

Again he returns in the dead of night.

He makes love with her one last time.

As images of her face and body race through her mind she begins to cry.

She feels the pain this time. All of it.

The bites on her breasts, his nails scratching across her back.

When he begins to enter her body she wants nothing more than to die.

She moans in pain but he threatens her.

After the deed is done, he gets up, gets dressed and injects more drugs in her and whispers "I love you" one last time.

He is gone and she is alone again.

Left in bed, cold and naked, a feeling of disgust has overcome her.

Having lost her will to live she cries one last time.

The suicide love has taken its toll.