Once, I clutched a spark of love, small, but mine,
A fragile flame for the man who gave me time.
I waited on the edge of every word you said,
A daughter craving pride, not silence in its stead.

But what you chose defies all reason, all soul,
You picked a woman who shattered your whole.
She broke your trust, but still, you stayed,
While my truth, my tears, you brushed away.

She fed you lies like they were gospel truth,
Let her family mock you, insult you, uncouth.
All while I stood, the child you made,
Bruised by the war you and mother waged.

Tell me what did I do to earn your scorn?
I bore your name, but felt so torn.
Was I not enough? Too much like her?
Or just the ghost of battles you never could blur?

You hated her, so you hated me too.
You made it known your silence screamed through.
You didn’t even hide it, your heart spoke plain:
“I never wanted you, you’re her living stain.”

So now I shed this final skin,
No longer aching for your love within.
I disown you not from anger alone,
But from peace I find when I call myself my own.

Don’t come back with words, they’re hollow and late,
I’ve buried the hope and sealed the gate.
You’re no longer the father I once wished to see,
That man never existed, not for me.

I owe you nothing. I want no part.
I’ve carved you out of my aching heart.
This is goodbye, the end of my tether.
And may you feel my absence forever.