THE UNKNOWN
A razorblade in one hand,
Thirty pills in the other.
Listening to my favorite band,
Singing about killing another.
Sitting on the bathroom sink,
Music turned up high
Really starting to think,
How much I want to die
Feeling the blade slice through my skin,
The lead singer hitting a high note.
Popping all thirty pills, I begin
To feel them slide down my throat.
Seeing the light begin to haze over,
The blade cutting deep,
Knowing my life was a cover,
I started to weep.
I was never what people truly thought
Always hiding beneath the guise.
The real me they always sought,
But I had a great disguise.
2007-02-28
13:43:40
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