I was nestled in the comfort of my grief

But I cried and cried- I needed relief

But it’s so too hard

I’m trapped inside a window that is barred

My mind is reeling

I’m about to hit the ceiling

Today

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It wasn’t my fault

I tried to take things with a pinch of salt

But the last straw had gone

I was protecting myself for me and my son

There’s blood on my hands

But no one understands

Today

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He tried to sidle up to my chair

Asked if anyone was sitting there

Then asked me if I was a whore

‘Because if you want money my rooms on the second floor’

I tried to stay calm and count to ten

But then he asked me if I was keeping some guys baby and it was his end

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I punched and I screamed and I lashed

And the red light in my eyes suddenly flashed

And there was nothing I could do but cause the man pain

To protect my unborn child, it made me go insane

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And I am now wallowing in my dark pit of despair

With no one in my stomach now to keep my company there

My boy was taken away as soon as he was born

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He never got to meet his mama- I was so forlorn

Maybe if I’d never gone into that bar

I wouldn’t have ended up alone with a visible head scar

But now I am sitting here alone in the dead of the cold night

I should never have got into that fight

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