Growing up was hard the memories I have are sad,
living in a broken home I never saw my dad.

A frightened little girl the sound of smashing glass,
hiding in my room, sitting silently in class.

Feeling all alone my mothers in a state,
another violent outburst do I run for the garden gate?

You's were fighting all the time my step dad hated me too,
I know you were in a bad place but did I mean that little to you?

Growing up was horrific the trauma was unreal,
still to this very day it affects the way I feel.

Dragged around by my hair I know you didn't mean it,
when I was ill with a sickness bug you left me all alone to clean it.

Bathing me one day you tried to drown me in the bath,
I wasn't even a bad kid I was just a victim to your wrath.

Wetting the bad you'd laugh I was only five,
praying I would die I couldn't bare to be alive.

Growing up was hard looking back I see,
I was only a child this should never of happened to me.