What she takes...

This is a disgrace
I believed in their lie
It's such a slap in the face
Time after time
I plead with their case
How more can i take?
I allow this behavior
So I phantom these wounds.
Their voice is barbaric that rip thru my womb.
My baby cry too.
This is your son, so when I cry, he cry too.
The alcohol is fuel that keep you up at night!
Everyday you wake up with more energy to fuss and fight.
You show no light, your breathe is cold amd and shadowy.
That drain the life within me.
Out came a pool of red now you mad and hate me.