This idea for this poem came to me in a strange form. I didn't expect to dream about such a serious topic like abusive relationships and death. But I did.
In my dream, there was a teenage girl and a boy in church. They stood close together, the casket open in the background. But the strangest thing was that the girl's image was faint, like it wasn't really there.
The couple were arguing about something. But suddenly the girl faded completely, leaving the boy alone. The view changed, and then I was looking down upon the open casket.
Inside the casket was the girl.

Like I said, it was weird for me. Never before had I experienced something like that. I was so moved by the dream that I wrote down what happened, and it ended up being Just Another Lie.