chances

sometimes chances just aren't enough,

When I was six, and still had blonde curling hair .
And all I wanted was to talk, about so girl who was so fair.
You had no time, you had better things to do.
I was left alone, and the sadness slowly grew.

When I was eight, crying in my bed.
But you were downstairs, shouting instead.
You couldn't control your anger, and she started to cry.
I learnt to keep my mouth, and slowly became shy.

When I was twelve, playing on the tennis court.
Looking around the crowd, fathers shouting support.
I gazed amongst them all, but never found you.
I'm all alone here, that's what I then knew.

I'm eighteen now, and you still hurt me everyday.
Although nobody knows, you shaped me in a quite unpleasant way.
Never physical, always choosing the things.
That hurt the must to hear, slowly snapping the strings.

I gave you so much chances, but you took none of them.
I was kicked down, got up, and needed to try again.
But this time you did it, you finally crossed the line.
not only did you scar me, you broke my heart this time.

And know I still love you momma, it was never your fault.
You tried all you could, but I can't stand any more assaults.
A lot will be uncertain, but there is one thing I know.
No matter what, I don't want to live in his home.

So goodbye father, I'm done with living in fear.
Once i loved you, once you were so dear.
But now all that's left, are scattered pieces on the floor.
But that's all over now, I'm walking out the door.

For good