Who is She?

There's a face in the mirror,
It stares back at me.
Her eyes tell a story,
I could not foresee.

She cries out for help,
She begs and she pleads.
But no one can hear her,
So she sits there and bleeds.

Blood pours from everywhere,
A tale truly from the crypt.
Drowning my courage,
From every crevice it dripped.

I reach out to help her,
She screams "let me be!"
I turn to run away,
Then realize she's me.