One day it has to end, she
though.
One day the constant hurting and crying
and pain would cease and she could smile and mean it again.
Finally she could smile again.
The hurt kept coming. And the
more tears ran down her face and the makeup she worked so hard to
put on would come right off with only
water.
And she said nothing. She was
silent and instead of feeling pain she felt a numbness that she
knew too well.
He wasn't going to change his ways,
and why would he ever for a girl like
her?
He could do better. So he
did.
And he didn't want to tell her.
He didn't care if he hurt her, but what if one day he
needed her again?
One day he'd need a girl to play
around with when he was feeling lonely.
And that day would come. And it
came over and over and over again.
But then her day came, and she realized
she wasn't worth anything.
Not to him or not to anyone but even if
she wasn't important, she could do anything she
pleased.
She could change her life and that was
all that mattered.
So she picked herself up off the floor,
covered in the hickies he gave her but told her not to tell
anyone, and she put on makeup. And she didn't cry and
she was beautiful and her makeup stayed on all
night.
And then, she smiled. And she
meant it.
