Poem. I was angry with my headmaster husband. Headmaster is a girl and my godmother. Lol club, i was sick an hallucinating. Sowwy. ---- Your cigarettes hurt our lives, The smoke consuming air. The smell of hate and greed, Full of pride and glares. It shows us no mercy, Your irresponsible ways. She parted with you for some days, Yet you're back and haven't changed. Your cigarettes burn, My lungs and soul. I throw them out, I yell at you, You glare at me with knives. My head had got an idea, To escape this merciless Hell. I ran to the kitchen, Pulling out the blade, I run back to my room, Looking at the shine so bright. My decision is made. I raised it to my arm. I ran it to my skin, The metal so cold with harm. You barge in yelling, Grabbing it from me. We fight all day and night, You ignore my helpless pleads. I slam the door shut, Slumping down the floor. Your cigarettes ruined, my peace, my soul, my glor. --- Angry when made tgis. True story.