The girl (long)

A big smile long black hair what to wear was her biggest care. These were the days of the little girl long, lost and forgotten to the ways of the world. This little girl is drowning in a sea of tears. Everyday she faces her biggest enemies and fears. Can no one save this little one? Can no one make her suffering be done? She’s growing up against her will thrashed so violently against the conformist world. There once was a little girl, who woke with the dawn, but that little girl is almost gone. She has new worries, hopes, fears and new ways of coping besides ordinary tears.
She sits alone in her room hugging her pillow close. Her music is blaring to drown out the sound of her own thoughts. There are so many thoughts. They run 100 miles an hour. These things just never seem to stop. The pain never seems to end. As her anger grows and she slips deeper into the darkness of her own mind, this little girl is slowly falling into the arms of insanity. She is trying to find a way out of this dark hole. Is there anybody out there who can reach out, take her hand, pull her through the toughest times?
She screams into the night skies, feeling a sudden breath of relief. She sinks her face into her pillow as she feels another hit of tears coming on. That lump never leaves the young girl’s throat. In fear that her parents will see her crying she curls into her blankets. Hoping and wishing that when she awakes life might be a little bit easier. What a lie. Life never loosens its grip on this little girl’s life. It holds her tight pushing her into the eyes of her own sinful life. She slips into another lifeless sleep. Fearing what might come of the day ahead of her.
As the sun rises the next day, it still seems to be drowsy. As if nothing has changed. It is just another day like the others she has had many times before. She awakes to the sound of her own screaming. She feels the tears, of yet another harsh dream, streaming down her face. She arises out of bed and over to the mirror. She peers into the eyes of what is supposed to be her. But for some odd reason, she is beginning to see beyond her own eyes. She is beginning to see the girl behind those beautiful blue eyes of hers. She sees a girl who is too scared to speak her own mind. Too afraid of what they will think. Who are they? It is everybody around her. It is her family, her friends, and mostly herself. She sees the little girl who once was happy. But now is afraid she will be rejected from those who truly mean the world to her. She feels as if she does not belong here anymore. She wipes the tears from her face with the corner of her sleeve. She walks into the living room only to see once again her so-called family in their own worlds. She thinks to herself, does she really belong here anymore. She stops and wonders if there is anywhere she belongs anymore. Would they care if I was gone? That is the biggest question on her mind. Would they care if I was gone?
She races off to school to find her friends. What are friends? She doesn’t seem to fit in anywhere with these friends. Only with a selected few will she be accepted. This is just another day in the life of this little girl, this little girl who is so lost, so scared, so empty. This is just another day in the shoes of a girl with so many questions yet to be answered. Will you answer this question for me; do all stories really have fairytale endings?