they say it's for the attention
but it's not.
it's for the pain.
she's had a hard life -
not just because of the bullying.
it's also because she has no mother
and her father is all but caring.
and because at some point she was in love,
but all that love gave her
was more pain.
it's not for the attention.
it's for the beautiful woman
that fell in love with a man that hated her,
yet married her anyway.
they had children together,
but what their two little girls didn't know
was that their father beat their mother
while they were sleeping soundlessly at night.
and when they asked their mother
why she had bruises,
she told them she thought she needed
a little more color
on her dull, white body.
and the girls believed her.
they liked their mother's bruises,
and they poked and prodded the spots of color,
and their mother never told them
how much it hurt.
the wounds were always present,
even when she began to die of cancer.
but she never told her daughters the truth,
because she wanted them to love their father
once she was gone.
and when she passed,
her daughters did love their father
for a little while.
it's not for the attention.
it's for the girl that ran away from home
at the age of fourteen
because she could no longer stand the beatings
from her father
whom she used to love.
she hated leaving her little sister,
but she hated her father even more.
she hated him for his cruelty
towards her beloved mother,
even when she was weak,
and towards herself,
once she discovered the truth of those bruises,
and towards her sister,
for reasons unknown.
she hated him so much
that she left her sister all alone
in the hands of their horrible father.
and she never saw her sister again.
and she never stopped regretting
the fact that she abandoned her best friend,
