"look in the mirror"

This is when all hell breaks loose,
keep your eyes shut if you don't want to see,
but don't complain when you hear the screams.
And here's your life before your eyes,
do you even know who you are?
Tell me,
what's that in your hand?
Tell me,
why do you hide your wrists?
Tell me,
no, tell yourself,
what that blood means.
And what's the point of trying,
when you keep letting yourself fall.
You stand back and watch,
and you can't even find your own soul.
You can't sleep,
you don't pray,
you think too much,
you cry,
you hurt,
you fall,
you don't try,
and yet here you are,
you wonder why you're in pain.
It looks like you'll never learn,
looks like you'll be this forever;
your first instinct is a yearning,
but for what?
Freshly cut skin, blood,
that what you want?
Yeah, nice scars,
but how far are those going to get you?
They don't raise your grades,
get you into college,
get you a job,
a life,
and they sure don't get you into heaven.
Who are you?
You don't even know.