Done Caring (Dedicated to Those Of Us Who Are From Broken Homes)

So looking back at this poem a few years later.. How I was so wrong. My father made me believe these gorrible things about my mother.. How brainwashed I was! Even though i hate how i wrote this now, Its still a part of me and what I have become. I cant bring myself to delete it

What most see as fate,
I've tried to choose.
The one thing that decides,
The time that I loose.
I've tried to leave,
But can't find the key.
The one to the door,
That will set me free.
From all the pain,
And all the tears.
That have been bestowed upon me,
After all these years.
Been told I was fine,
And have it better then the rest.
But all I own,
Has been put to the test.
Whether it was small or big,
It was more then I could handle.
I deal with things different then you!
You all have blown out my candle.
The screaming and yelling,
Of names and words.
Torn between the two.
Loved by all three.
Broken between,
He and she.
Yelled at each other for years on end.
Talking s h i t about him,
With your best friend.
Bashed him ever chance you had.
"God I can't stand your deadbeat dad!"
You have no idea, How kids deal.
When their mother tells them,
How they should feel.
From beginning to end,
I've heard it all.
About my father,
How he hurt us all.
I know he wasn't perfect.
Neither were you!
Now my life's confused!
What else can you do?
It was good for a while
I thought all had passed.
No more anger your feelings put last.
Now as we got older.
Yelling between you has seized.
The yelling I hear now,
Is between you and me.
Non-stop, Constantly
Your "OK, Whatever and God Da mn it's!"
I can't take it anymore,
I'm way past damaged.
I've fell into this whole
Of darkness and danger.
The person I see now,
Is a complete stranger.
With the feeling of wanting to let go,
Of all emotions inside.
Love, Happiness, Hatred, Anger.
These feelings I can't hide.
I want rid of this,
And to never return.
To leave all of you,
With my candle to burn.
At my funeral,
Standing by my Urn.
Then, Just Maybe,
The three of you will learn.

I hate what I feel,
And I'm Filled With Hate.
It's Time To Let It Go.
Unfortunately, It's Too Late.