The ones the world forgot

The girl who is so innocent is the one who turns out most damaged in the end. The girl who saw the pretty colors in the butterflies wings.  The girl who spent hours picking flowers for her dad.  The girl who looked into the sky and saw every cloud as a fluffy animal. And now she's gone. Now she is the girl who see's scars every night. The girl who drowns her fears and mistakes in alcohol. The girl who stares at the bottle of pills in her trembling hands every night and wonders if she'll ever be enough. The girl who the world forgot and stomped over until there was nothing left. One less beautiful innocent girl in the world. 

Nighttime....

Night ? It's your time to sleep and rejuvenate for the next day.  Only I wish that was my night. I can't be an emotional wreak in public because people will worry. I can't complain, I can't carry a face without a smile, I can't cry. I can't because people will see.   So I go to sleep and let it all out, my  feelings pour out and I hope they never return because it causes so much hurt. I can't take it any longer. I wish I could sleep.