They said that they knew her.
They said that they were her friends.
But still they used her, manipulated her, and hurt her.
She was nothing more than a pawn in their twisted little games.
They hurt her, but she forgives then.
They use her, but she smiles and pretends that it's alright.
They don't know that she cries at night.
They haven't felt her loneliness, her pain, her desperation.
Sometimes she wonders why she stays.
She tries to leave, but she can't.
She doesn't know who to trust.
She doesn't know who to turn to.
She always has been.
And she always will be.