Your own fault

She fights to stay alive every
inching second of her life
She tries so hard not to strike that
razor.
She knows its wrong
But what has she got to lose?
From all this abuse
She has nothing left here for her
No one would care
She would not have to face
those grimacing death stares
As you walk in and see her lying there
on the floor so weak and lifeless
Do not blame her for this mess
It was your own thoughtless success.