Him to Blame

Walking away was the last she saw,
the last she remembers of him.
Walking away was what ruined her life,
tore it to pieces and left it so grim.

On with her life she lived in pain,
a broken heart and him to blame.
In her eyes, all was forever gone,
from the world she felt she was always withdrawn.

One day she decided to pull out a knife,
one quick cut and end her life.
Easy and slow, she bled to death,
and holding his picture, she took her last breath.

*Yeah not that great but, wth.
Oh and for the long run the poem has nothing to do with me. *