Years with My Ex-Boyfriend: Part 3

For nine long years,it was all the same story; And at the end, it got a little gory. She mixed window cleaner and alcohol; To drink it; and to hopefully fall; Into the depths of death; because she wanted out; She couldn't take anymore of what her life was about. She ended up cracking the skin on her head; She really wasn't sure that she wanted to be dead. But, she received help and stitches; She grew to like mental hospitals; in them she found niches. Her ex caused her many-a-tear; He wouldn't even let her relax with a beer. Over the balcony, he would, the bottle throw; It would every time her means to escape blow. She tried often to get away from him, and sit on a sidewalk in town; And, almost always, he would chase her down. He gave her a job at his work; And was mean about her learning disabilities, what a jerk! He wanted her to bow down to his whims; luckily, to run away; she had energetic limbs. She tried her very best to clean; But, still he wasn't ever satisfied; he was mean. He wanted her to find her own job; But, when she got one, she found trouble; quite a gob!