I had seen a women around the age of a middle aged housewife. She had snuggle her purse close to her, the husband stood near and dear whether she wanted it or not.
Fresh tears had appeared to be running down her cheeks smearing her freshly drawn make up. The purple and gray bruises had made there way up to the surface.

You can see the scared little girl under her eyes.
The sheer moment of fear of being around the man who she once trusted.

I had not known what i had seen really meant to me.
I was buried in my office no one dared to enter my domain any longer.
The note i had in my drawer rested as well as it can.

Down deep in the pile of shit, I knew something was wrong and my name was on the list to be knocked down and wiped away like a smear on the window.

I couldn’t even tell myself one fucking lie to get me threw the fucking day.

I didn’t know what was left to do, But uncover whatever truth there truly is and if there is no truth to be told well i guess i will look like a fucking fool.