This is My Good-bye.

**I was a little angered as i wrote this poem, but i had to get these thoughts out somehow, it\'s a little messy, but a lot of my poems are recently, I'm just a mess; so, sorry if it doesn't make any sense. It's all true though.**

I always thought that it would all work out,
That there was nothing we couldn't do as a family.
You wronged us, you f u c k e d us over
And then you left us hanging here, at rock bottom
With nothing to do and nowhere to go.
You are addicted, you'll do anything to get your fix,
It's pathetic really, how all those times that you could have been home,
You were at some sleazy hotel, f u c k i n g some crack w h o r e.
And then once you ran out of money for the hotels and the drugs,
You would come home, and apologize in every way you could
Say that you were meant together, that twenty years of marriage was too long,
But let me ask you this Dad, while you were in those hotels,
Getting your fix and getting some play,
Did we, at any time, run through your f u c k e d up head?
The thought of you, feeling so sorry for yourself, makes me sick to my stomach,
Every time I think of all those lies you gladly fed to us,
And you smiled as we chomped them down,
No guilt hanging over your head,
i puke in the toilet, gripping to the porcelain all night long.
We gave you so many chances to admit it,
Not once did you ever strap on a pair and tell us you had wronged.
So now it is our turn, our turn to hurt you,
And I hope that it feels f u c k i n g good when you realize what you have lost,
So, so long dear father of mine,
This is my good-bye.

© Jenna Elphick
June 13, 2006