She finally grown up

There use to be this girl I knew,
filled with hopes and dreams.
She lived each day with a smile on her face,
that no one could erase.
Things started to change,
and her family grew apart.
Distance was killing her,
she couldn't quite tell it apart.
Her so called 'friends' came along,
and she thought they could help.
Instead they brought her to depression,
and constant humiliation.
She didn't know what to do.
She constantly found herself alone,
only with the company of pair of scissor.
The spoke to her saying "Come with me,
We'll make the pain go away"
She did as she was told.
She let people tell her what to do.
She was stepped on...
Spit on...
But she thought it was okay.
The scissors toldher,
"Just do what you gotta do."
She stopped.
She didn't want scars.
She didn't want this life.
She was sick of the lies.
The betrayals.
She cried herself to sleep,
Thinking of her failure.
She might have been thirteen,
but she was a little girl.
She wasn't ready to take the world alone.
She couldn't stand unafraid.
She slowly started to pick herself up.
Her friends watched,
As she chose different people,
over them.
She didn't hate them for what they did.
She thanked them.
She finally realized who the really were.
They cried for her.
And they realized,
she didn't hold a grudge to her.
She was innocent.
But she grew.
Now she’s maturing,
and becoming agirl I knew she could be.