Broke
I am broke like old folk,
I am that tape that is stuck in play,
No one there to hit rewind,
Or to put glue on my broken bones,
Breaking every time that I step,
As if sorrow has just turned into a knife and wanted to
give me stitches,
Because nowadays when I am broke no one is there to say,
”Hey get over it!”
or “Cheer up!”
And if they do… ignore them,
All they want is for you to express your feelings,
So they can, “know you”,
Don’t tell them!
Because they are just hypocrites,
Waiting to say…
Broke.
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