At group therapy we met

Eye contact at a premium

In terms of looks she was

Bordering upon medium

 

Mam and brother hated

She came to stay at mine

I rarely saw her sober

She hid a stash of wine

 

I really tried to love her

But I didn't have a clue

She'd bled, half-formed,

Out of somewhere blue

 

Men she cordially hated

I was a means to an end

A safe roof over her mind

Until her head did mend

 

She flooded the bathroom

Left the fridge door ajar

I became convinced that

One day she'd go too far

 

We were both dead moody

Too depressed for sex

She hit me harder than

Any tyrranosaurus rex

 

Daily driving for therapy

I had to bite my tongue

No-one knew my burden

How my heart was wrung

 

Group sessions so painful

She wept of rape and abuse

How suicide haunted her

The gas oven or a noose

 

Twelve weeks went by

Then came the final day

I wished it to continue

She wanted to get away

 

My place by now a wreck

All my albums scratched

We were a recipe for pain

A hole not to be patched

 

I'd been for some smokes

She was lying on the floor

Taken far too much dope

I'd had my fill of her war

 

I nevermore saw her face

A lost silhouette of pain

The worst is frustration

Observing agony in vain

 

I really tried to love her

But I didn't have a clue

She'd bled, half-formed,

Out of somewhere blue