He
 

He said he would cure me
put a bandage on the aching spot
He told me that it was my fault
I asked that poor man for it

He blacked out my life
When he wounded my dignity
He had no reason the spare me
Took it, that made me a wife

:)

Ja? Wat zegt mij dit? Sorry, ben nog erg onzeker over mijn gedichten..

Misschien iets aan de korte kant.
Toch niet autobiografisch, he?

Liefs Kimry