One Life Poem by Racheal

A life never known.
Someone to selfish to care
to see past the reflection
to acknowledge the problem.

Same question asked, never
with any heart behind it.

Soon doubt sets in,
then one slash to mark
the pain - one endless cycle.

The chance to stop it
has come and gone.

Never realizing until its to late.

Standing decked in black
with eyes red from crying
about the 'could have beens.'

Finally seeing the world around,
and everything in it for what
it really is.

Taking one life to see
past the reflection.

One story untold because
of one selfish person.

The question is why

Why can't we see past
our reflection?

Why can't we stop it
before it starts?