Sorry doesn't cut it.
You put me threw 8 years of hell.
I lived with you in a cesspool of hatred and now you say it wasn't right
For you to degrade me and grind down my self-confidence to the point Where I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror?

No.

You taught me I couldn't even believe my own father loved me.
How am I supposed to believe that you will even remember my name After I move out, which will be as soon as possible, if you couldn't Even prove that you cared for me as a father.

So don't you dare say you're sorry.