The life of me

When the life of me was done i was absolutly at my lowest point:

when i was young
daddy was the only one
he said he loved me
i was his princess
or so i thought
when i got older he stopped caring
the oldder i got the worse he was
he never wanted my brothers and me
the amount of times he told us so
the more he said it the more we could know how true it really was
my mommy kicked him out
told us that we could still see him and he loved us all the same
the more she said it the more we knew
how untrue we knew it really was
my brothers ruled the house when she was gone
had there friends over
and because of this is why i write
one night they had their friends come over to smoke (pot)
i was in my room listening to music
and writting a story
then he came in wondering