You dread waking up every morning, living a cursed life. You are constantly lying to yourself, saying everything will be alright.

You pray every night that his deadly anger and rage will disappear and evaporate. You have grown tired and weary of disguising your battle scares with boatloads of makeup on your face.

You want to desperately escape but you cannot seem to find a way.

Yesterday you thought that you had finally met your end, because he had way to much to drink, his tempered imploded and he placed his pistol on your chin.

You stared into his eyes and you seen a vivid image of Satan, but you won't leave, you keep debating and contemplating on whether one day he will end up changing.

He tells you that you are his queen, and that no one in the world will ever love you like he does, and his violent outbursts against you are not out of hatred but are out of love.

He possess control over your mind, like highs from the strongest drugs. He is the ruler of your life, he turned you against everybody that you ever loved.

He purposefully isolates you from all of your family and friends. You once mentioned leaving him, and he struck you down and promised to kill you if you ever mentioned leaving again.

So where do you turn? You are not financially stable, your family will no longer claim you, your life is a noose, you have given up all hope and you are allowing yourself to be strangled.

You cannot bare to look at your reflection in the mirror. The vision that you had for your life has long ago dissipated, your soul has been cremated and devastated, your life is a living hell and you hate it.

You stopped talking to God because you felt like he was not answering your prayers. You are stranded in this cold world, you are heartbroken, and you feel like nobody cares.

So you decided to wipe away all of your tears and take matters into your own hands. You wrote out a suicide note, then you picked up a gun and placed the barrel at your head.

You quickly had flashbacks of all of the memorable moments that you ever lived. You closed your eyes and then you took a really deep breath, and then you pulled the trigger.

But you are blessed, you are not dead. God has other plans.