It Was A Normal Occurrence

It just can't be happy
With what It has.
It will all be over soon.
It will starve right in front of you.
It will cry out to your deaf ears.
It is dying.
It is dying by Its own hand.
It's ruined everything.
It's ruined us.
It's ruined Itself.
Attention was all It ever wanted.
Attention was the last thing you gave.
And in Its own place,
When It is finally happy,
It will laugh at the irony.