Depressed Wife's Lullaby

You know the amounts of time I have had to sacrifice
To forgo
For you.

Or were you not aware?

For months, I have paid the balance in full of a miserable crime
An unforgivable crime,
That was forgiven…
(Or so it seemed) And I am unbelieved

Baby I am not your slave, am not your whore, am not your bitch
To boss around and treat
Like the lowest part of your body
…the lowest part of your mind.

Please, I beg of you! Stop!
I have a heart that needs mending
By the only one it will allow to mend it
And it goes…broken…pit pat…unsealed.
Unkissed….unloved.
(But promised to be loved…aren’t I a fool?)

Why do you treat me like I am…
A personified nothingness?
Am I your tool to move?
Were that to be true, I would at least be of importance…
…so it seems unlikely.

Yet, my apology…it seems I have opened my mouth
Without your allowance.
I shall hide into the darkness again, and be forgotten…

“For always and forever.”