Why can’t you leave him?

Behind a sweet photograph lurks a bitter reality

He holds your hand, his grip’s too tight

He kisses your lips, smearing blood on it

He caresses your hair, some wrap around his fingers.

Leave him, why can‘t you?

You cry at night as he tastes his new lover

You build a new hope, he crushes it the next day

He comes back and then tries to leave

You tie him up and give him you.

Leave him, why can’t you?

It isn’t love.

It is suicide.