Okay, just a few words before you read this poem. I was very young when I wrote this. As you can see I am still here and doing really well. I am putting this on my home page, because I think it is important to know that at times in our lifes when we have feelings like this if you just stick it out you will make it through.

A Bad Day

Pretty stupid that's what I am Always thinking of my "Brother Sam" Tired of all the pain Ready for me to go insane I'm ready for my straight jacket Cause I just can't hack it I don't care if they take me away At least I'll have a secure place to stay Living on the edge of time You might be reading my last rhyme Not knowing when it'll ne over Never finding my four leaf clover Kill, kill, kill It's time to take those pills Ready for me to die Kan't tell you the reason why Everybody, can't you see my tears Gee, I'll tell you my worst fears Already I feel it seeping inside Again and again the deeper it hides Ready or not, I'll be free, cause Dead, dead, dead is where I'll be Written June 21, 1992

*Copyright Trixey 1985-1999 *All rights reserved*

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