My Image (sort of a dream/story)

I am not quite sure hat this is i wrote this about a month ago i was really down and yea i dunno loll

I am walking through a maze
i come to an opening
where i see a dark pond
i am hesitant at first
but then i step to it
at first i think its just dark
so i take a closer look
and realize its blood
theres a cliff above it
with a waterfall trickling down
i see things being jostled about
i stare into the bottom of the fall
and soon images appear
i see a girl, sitting alone
her legs folded, arms around them
staring into a mirror
her face pale, eyes dark, hair lank
in the mirror is a distorted image of her
the girl seems familiar
scars up her arms, eyes haunted
then the image fades to another
theres a knife , with old and fresh blood
glistening in the light of a fire
the knife seems to tell a story
not one of a horrific murder
or a fairy tale ending
but one of many years of pain
the knife looks so sharp and welcoming
i reach out and grab it
its handle so warm, a perfect fit
my other arm appears
while my right expertly slices away
i look at my arm in horror
how could i do this to myself
and do it so well
my arms are so scarred
they are disgusting
i drop the knife, and hear a splash
the image is gone , there are ripples in its place
i look at my hands, and start to shake
they are the arms from the image
this can not be, i close my eyes
and count to ten
when i open them again
i see myself,passed out on the floor
a knife next to my ar
no, how can this be , i have been so happy
laughing with my friends
getting good grades
maybe its just a bad dream
and soon I'll wake up
and be happy old me
but what part is the dream
am i really here or there
what and who will i be when i wake up
what about the girl in the mirror
is that me too? who am i?
am i all at once, yet none at all
what kind of person am i
if i don't even know who i am
I'm going crazy, and don't understand
somebody please
just wake me up from this nightmare
suddenly everything spins
and I'm in my room, on the floor
i slowly sit up and look around
my arms hurt, then i see the knife
so this is the real me
i have been to numb to see
that even i got caught in my lies
saying that I'm OK
i got so caught up that
i was oblivious to the real me
blacked out when me came out
i was oblivious to the truth
oblivious or just ignorant, in denial
no matter which one it is
i am scared of myself, and the maze
that i am forever lost in

~um yea i dunno but vote and comment please and thanks lots of love always
Becky