Incredible Cliche

I wish I could start this story off with a bang, some glimpse of a bleak future that I could flashback from, or this profound foreshadowy thing, a sort of best of times/ worst of times thing. but I can't, and even if I could it wouldn't be right. The truth is it just started with a sad lonely girl crying in her room.
and I can't say why she cried, she had never told us. But I knew on some subconscious level that some heartless person had been too careless with words and had produced the salty water that ran now down her cheek.
and I can't say how many times it happened before.It was a number that God himself would have to count on his fingers. Someone would say the wrong thing and her happiness would shatter like a bowl dropped from the side of the Grand Canyon.
There isn't much I can say at all, but I can say that it was the last time. Because she took her razor and dragged it across her wrists. And her tears became tiny drops in a sea of blood.
I wisjh I could end this with a bang, some triumph over evil or a happily ever after.More than anything I wish I could use one of those endings where everything just keeps going, same as it was before, but I can't, it just ended with a sad lonely girl crying in her room, who decided she hated her life.