Looking back into the past—
I see myself holding my stomach when it hurt
It's not a big deal, of course—
Yet it seemed to become the norm.
Be quiet and deal with your own pain.
Those silent nights wouldn’t be interrupted
With my sobs—
The peaceful sunday mornings wouldn't
Be affected with, or without my presence
Nobody would be able to tell that this
Was a kid
Who wished they'd get hurt—
Wished they'd have problems,
Worked to succeed—
Only for the sympathy—
Only for the remorse
Only for the feeling of being special.
Only for the attention.