Paracetamol

I was sitting on the edge of the bed
Tracing the scars on my wrist
When you knocked on our door
And came inside to hug me close
 
“Darling get ready, make yourself pretty”
 
I asked you why, even though I knew why
He is waiting for you downstairs
I asked who, even though I knew who
 
“Please don’t make me do this again,
You know I love you, you are my wife and I am your husband”
 
If you love me so much why add to my scars
 
“We can finally pay this month’s rent”
 
If only you knew I would rather be homeless
But I am in chains
In pain
You leave the scene
And once again a stranger strolls into my bed
As you shut the door behind
And lock it good
While I pop out the Paracetamol to soothe the pain