Nine and seven years
You abandon us here
In this world
Mad with anguish
Skipped to the words
Take them
Spoken in hate
Go away and die
Because of him
The need to spite
Mattering more
Than to live for us
Your own daughters
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A week before Mother’s Day. Trying to make sense of the senseless. She had been saying for months that if he kept pushing her she’d leave him permanently. We were all praying she would. None of us thought it would be like this. Leaving a note and two daughters.
From some of the comments below I see I need to clarify something. The above poem is from my muse, taking the view point of the two daughters. The pain feels real to you, because it is real to me. This past Monday night/Tuesday morning, I lost a friend, the girls lost a mother to suicide.

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