Broken Reflection

The title is cliche, but the poem isn't...

Looking into the mirror, I see
Something strange that isn't me;
An attractive face and pretty eyes,
A vacant soul that I despise.

The person looking back at me
Is someone I never thought I could be;
An empty smile, a broken heart,
A girl on the verge of falling apart.

Nothing has meaning, not anymore.
My whole world is spinning as I fall to the floor.
I look down and realize I'm holding a knife.
And thoughts run rampant as I take my own life.

Where could I go? What could I do?
What other life could I pursue?
What have I done? Can I take this back?
And within seconds, everything goes black.

Next thing I know, I'm safe in my bed,
Sitting here, wondering why I'm not dead.
As I take in a breath, I thank God I'm alive,
And I can't help but wonder, "Why'd I survive?"

Now when I look at a reflection of me,
I don't simply look, I really see.
I thank God for that dream on that horrible night,
For the nightmare I had gave me new sight.