The Unknown - Poem by Vanessa Kurtz
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 live 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.
I acted like a preppy chic,
A gothic vamp,
Sometimes a country hick,
Even like a city tramp.
No one knew the real me,
It never showed through,
I guess it was hard for me,
To show myself to you.
I wanted to hide away,
Never see daylight,
Cuz my heart every day
Got blacker and blacker like night.
So sitting there in the dark,
I finally made myself known.
I was the girl, who left my mark,
But fading in the unknown.
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