Innocent child

An innocent child with no harm intended
Didn't think of who could have been offended

She did her wrong without much thought
Without even considering what she was taught

Hurting her seemed like his girls obsession
Never thinking it could lead into depression

And now she complains that life's not fair
Crying tears that aren't even there

Waking up in the morning filled with guilt
Needing to knock down these walls that she built

Hoping that one day things will be set straight
Wishing that wishing will not be her fate

She had a final chance, but she didn't take it
And now she can't determine if she'll even make it

Now all she's left with are memories, cuts, and tears
She lost the one thing that made her live all these years.

*I wrote this when I was 12, about my friend ashley. I am the *innocent child*, and ashley was the one I *offended*. I know this poem is bad, but please comment, It would mean a lot to me.