Another old poem I wrote..that I never titled.

Another day, no more dollars
And to swallow the truth, is getting even harder.

Living hell on earth, full of pain, and left here to suffer
All the solutions in the world couldn't help me recover.

Growing up to die, dying to grow a failure
Trying to move forward, but there's always a barrier.

Judge me, hate me, kill me softly
Throw the names at me that they all have already called me.

You're wasting your time, wasted has been mine
Im twisted the wrong side up, as a six is to a nine.

Rain has poured on me, the storm is slowly chasing
I'm running past demons who are smiling and waving.

My life you don't know, I keep it on the low
My heart is what my sleeve continues to hold.

...........................................to be continued.

-Rae Dean