I Hate You Dad
Basically I wrote the strongest memory of my dad down...not a very good one of mine… xxxx
I came running downstairs,
My dad had a hold of mum's hair.
She was screaming and crying,
Just then I knew she'd been lying.
She told me everything was laurite,
Now she's in a losing fight.
He looks up at me and stares,
His face turned into an evil glare.
He reaches out and grabs my wrist,
I see my mums hand turn into a fist
Next thing I knew he's on the floor
Me and my mum make a dash for the door.
Too late, he's got her, and drags her upstairs
Inside my head I'm screaming life's not fair.
Crying, screaming, roaring all around
Then suddenly not a whisper to be found.
I ran upstairs and my heart was racing,
I badgered threw the door and couldn't believe what I was facing.
My mum on the floor motionless, still.
My dad’s eyes had a look that could kill,
He had the TV high above her head
My knees went weak and I fell against the bed.
He looked at the body on the floor, then me,
I think just then he could see
He was doing time if he dropped that TV.
He placed it down and walked out the door,
But we couldn't take it anymore.
My 4 little sisters, my mum and I are moving to France
My dad had blown more than one chance.
Once and for all a life without my dad
The joyful, happy life we all never had.
My dad had a hold of mum's hair.
She was screaming and crying,
Just then I knew she'd been lying.
She told me everything was laurite,
Now she's in a losing fight.
He looks up at me and stares,
His face turned into an evil glare.
He reaches out and grabs my wrist,
I see my mums hand turn into a fist
Next thing I knew he's on the floor
Me and my mum make a dash for the door.
Too late, he's got her, and drags her upstairs
Inside my head I'm screaming life's not fair.
Crying, screaming, roaring all around
Then suddenly not a whisper to be found.
I ran upstairs and my heart was racing,
I badgered threw the door and couldn't believe what I was facing.
My mum on the floor motionless, still.
My dad’s eyes had a look that could kill,
He had the TV high above her head
My knees went weak and I fell against the bed.
He looked at the body on the floor, then me,
I think just then he could see
He was doing time if he dropped that TV.
He placed it down and walked out the door,
But we couldn't take it anymore.
My 4 little sisters, my mum and I are moving to France
My dad had blown more than one chance.
Once and for all a life without my dad
The joyful, happy life we all never had.

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