My Name is Unknown

-By Dannie McLain-

My name is known to everyone I know and don't know.

My name has been on television everywhere.

My name is what I've had for 14 years now.

My name is something I used to cherish.

But after all the lives I've protected,

My name is no longer said.

I cry out to the people every night,

Screaming "why is my name suddenly dead?"

I stare in the mirror; only to see.

That boy with black hair and baby blue eyes staring back at me.

I ask the boy, "Why are you not their hero?"

"What happened to your life?"

Then I answer, "The hell with them all,"

"Let each suffered soul die."

My hand is trembling with sweat,

The mirror torn into pieces,

As I think to myself,

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Now I sit in this corner, with bottles at my side.

Cold, hard, invisible liquid that burns at the touch.

It's a highly dangerous beverage; alcohol to be exact.

I'm going to pull it to my lips,

And drink every last drop of it.

I drop the bottle from my hands, and my body lays cold on the floor.

Now, I'm in the clouds of heaven beyond the sky,

As I just watched my life passes me by.

The night that I died, it wasn't because of the overdose.

I died from a broken heart,

I died without hope, faith, and trust.