Alone on the floor

[Confusion]

She sat alone on the floor, crumpled in a heap as though she had been squashed, diminished. She could have sat there for days, crying and crying wishing herself dead, yet calling herself a coward for being too frightened to do the deed. Instead she cut and tore away at her skin, punishing herself for the evil world in which she lived. She prayed for forgiveness, for she must have done something really terrible to be in the state that she was. She was merely seven years old at the time.

[Sparks]

I think it's not bad. It leaves a lot to the imagination as to what the situation is, etc.
Umm...I would probably suggest thinking about the whole "she cut and tore away at her skin" because there are soo many poems about self-mutilation.
Like, it's ridiculous, they're everywhere, and if you can just find a way to get a grip of that depression and confusion without mentioning:
Crimson, dark(ness), knife, cut, wrists, blood, razor, depression, confusion, alone, tears, ... and you know the list goes on forever.
Just saying that those are words you'll want to watch out for - even, themes you'll want to watch out for, because everyone out there writes something like that at some point in their life.
Anyways I liked the beginning. The crumpled in a heap thing was pretty cool.
I don't know how good of concrit this is. Don't take me too seirously, I'm not a pro or a anything.