I should have thought harder before all this started,
Two years of heart ache I feel my life is a disaster.
How did I end up with an alcoholic for my baby's father?
No physical abuse has ever occurred,
But the nastiness and drunken jabbering is what can be heard.
The continuous clanking of beer bottles brown, T
The never ending stench of alcohol full of power.
Many times i feel my weakness emerging,
With all my strength and self control I hold back from purging.
I know it is no environment for a child,
Where can a single mother retreat for a while?
I do my best, work full-time, I didn't ask for much just want the best for my child.
No money is spared for necessities or bills,
Just that evil liquid gold that brings me chills.
Consumed from early morning to the darkness of nigh,
Why did this have to be one of my lessons in life?
