Who wants to know?

I don't know what to say and I don't know how to fix it. It feels like my fault, because it wouldn't have happened if I weren't there, but I didn't do anything wrong and neither did she. I love her so much and I don't know how to make her better, and that hurts so fucking much. If this is how I made her feel, it's no wonder things ended the way they did. Thinking that makes me want to murder myself--real, violent murder, not a suicide to escape pain. I'll never do it, though, because I have a shadow of a hope that maybe I can make her a little happier.