My biggest mistake

She had made that one horrible choice.
The one that she did deeply regret.
Now she has an icy grave.
Her body laid frozen on the linoleum floor.
She had slit my wrist in front of my tall mirror,
but as she was dragging the blade across that last part of skin,
it hit her that she had so much more to live for.

All her problems could be fixed.
She could have been fixed.
But as her and I saw all the blood,
and she became light headed,
I knew it was too late to call for help,
bandage her cuts,
or stop the darkness.

I remember she was staring at me,
she had been staring at me while she cut that imperfect flesh.
The flesh that belonged to the ugliest of people.
Ya, that's what she always thought.
That's what she was always told.
That's what she always saw.

But now when she thought about it, after it was too late,
She realized she was beautiful.
And all she did was paint an ugly picture
on a beautiful canvas.
The most fatal of pictures,
and she was the artist.

So in that last second,
when she wanted to take it all back,
She saw me,
with glimmering tears rolling down my face,
and I felt sad because I was the only one crying.
She wasn't.

Her last bit of my life had gone into me,
The one that resides in this alternate world,
where I am pounding and banging at the glass,
trying to break it to get back to her.
And I'm screaming and crying as I realize all I can do is sit and stare.
Just sit and stare at that cold lifeless body forever.

No one will come looking.
She made sure everyone gave up on her long ago.
She did it with out knowing.
And now as I'm sitting here realizing I am staring at myself,
I realize I should be free to go.
But I'm not.

I can not bring myself to leave that mirror.
And I have this gut wrenching feeling as I sit and stare at her,
at myself, my cold lifeless self.
And I just wish someone would think to care.
Someone would think to come find me,
so that I can be mourned like a normal human too.

But no one will because I isolated myself in this house.
I left everyone and no one will come.
She is left to rot on that icy floor.
And I will be the only one to ever mourn her,
because I am her reflection,
The one that watched her do it.

I tried to stop her but failed.
I was the only one that ever saw her true beauty.
The only one who truly knew her pain.
I was the only one who saw her do it.
And I will sit and mourn her death.
For she may have only met to kill herself, but she killed me too.