Trying Not To Cut

Curled up in a corner of her room, a little girl sat crying. This was all her fault and she just knew it is. She pictured his face just as it was when he said he loved her, over and over and over again. Something must be wrong with her to make him change his mind so quickly. Nothing was wrong with him, he was perfect, and the girl he left the poor thing for was even uglier than her. It was all her fault, so why shouldn't she cut? She looked down her arms and thought about all the people who loved her, like she was supposed to, but she couldn't think of anyone. She didn't even have friends any more, so why did she even try? No one loved her any more, she had chased everyone away but him, and now he was gone. She tried again, and again, and again, but none of her coping skills would work. Finally she curled up in a ball and just sobbed. Why couldn't she be loved? Why did she want to do it so bad? Why did life hate her so much?