I, myself, have the potential for violence;
Especially if I live my life in silence.
However, I abhor; people who are comfortable with extreme
gore.
That is a part of life of which I wish to ignore.
It not an idea to which I wish to be exposed;
When I'm awake or when I have dosed.
For sometimes, when I've gotten drunk, and I'm off my meds;
I have dreams about my sister who is dead.
It is such a very sad way that she picked;
To set off the bucket that she kicked.
My half-sister hanged herself;
And, her ashes used to sit on top of my shelf.
But, after very long, I had, to my family, it return;
Because I could not handle her remains that were burned.
I used to talk to her angel every night;
It was the subject of many-a-fight;
Between myself and my ex;
This loser made me quite a wreck.
I really feel that he cheated on me; 
Even though he didn't do it technically.
I've asked people about it, and some agree;
For, sex phone calls; he had to pay quite a fee.
He told me I was the only woman to inspire his hitting;
He didn't care that it was a crime that we was committing.
I hope someday my ex reads my writing so I can get him
back;
I hope it gives him a heart attack.
For, he's hardly ever owned up to his abuse;
He is just simply an excuse.

But, now I don't care about sadness and beer
Because my mind is feeling clear!