Knowing something is wrong

She looks into the mirror
with a razor in her hand
she sees a girl unknown to her
blood dripping to where they stand

here face like a picture
painted from black and grey
so much hurt, so much pain
yet emotionless in every way

who is this girl she longs to be
who is hidden in the past
she's been trying to reach her for so long
but she hides away too fast

thoughts rushing all around
too messed up to understand and see
a question appears so clear to her
what is wrong with me??