Broken

Broken

 

Sitting here going psycho, 

Waiting to be appreciated.

Wanting someone to care. 

Hating who I am.

 

And I know I am broken.

Doesn't need to be spoken,

euphoria from smokin'

Don't want to be woken.

Hoping to break from the regression. 

Praying for someone to hold

 Losing what little sanity I had 

Wasting my soul in a loveless bath

 

And I know I am broken.

Continued to be spoken.

So much smokin'.

Eyes open and woken

 Standing here begging to be taken. 

Worrying about that can't be controlled

 Slamming rageful thoughts against paper.

Throwing away what I know.

 

And I know I am broken.

Why does it need to be spoken?

Masking it with the smokin'.

Nightmares become real when woken.

 

Pacing to understand who I am. 

Racing to find a reason to care

 Yelling to be appreciated,

Screaming like a psycho.

 

Broken.

Words misunderstood when spoken.

Simply content while I am smokin'

Just want to sleep and avoid be woken.

Author's Note

wasn't sure how this came out, again tossed it up to check reviews

Reviews

[Stu. T.H.]

Such a long way you've gone, aithor Matthew!
Perhaps looking back you may see these verses as scribblings but they certainly have built a great foundation for the current version of yourself as writer.
And, this one's particurlarly emotional too, though fleeting and impulsive in nature, it is quite a work of mental expression.

[Matthew Kult]

Thanks for the time. It's appreciated.

Matthew

[Mako Silverfire]

Pretty cool poem, I feel like a lot of people now a days can definitely relate to this.

[Neville]

Reads like a RAP song .. a good one mind .. Neville

[Matthew Kult]

Thank you for the time. Much appreciated.

Matthew

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Dearest, Matthe Kull, I find more than just sulken, but
you mention broken, and metaphorically, it's like being knelt down,
over and over, and never finding a moment of grace,
then there is deliberence, wishing someone could bring you out of the darkness,
or at least into the darkness. I love this dark poem, and I want to tell you,
when sulken, just walk. :P there is more too it, but it's more like religion, philosophy, phychology, great write Dear, ----Maynard

[Matthew Kult]

Thanks for stopping in. Much appreciated

Matthew

[1809 Black Plague December]

most welcome, Matthew, :P

[Coyote Poetry]

When we find the bottom. Hard to see the daylight of hope. I liked the honest feel and the emotions/thoughts shared. Thank you Matthew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Matthew Kult]

Thank you for the time.

Matthew

[Lyn Anderson]

I went back to the end, as I am wont to do, when I begin reading a new writer. The repetition of woken works because of the end -- which, might I suggest, should read "being" woken. Good read.

[Matthew Kult]

Thank you, and it should

Matthew

[Lyn Anderson]

I am happy to help, which sometimes gets me in trouble in here ...

[Erin]

It's fast-paced and personal. I think that this might be one of your best pieces. You didn't have to worry about syllables, rhyming or stranzas. It's really good. I liked this one a lot.
It gives both sides of the story, although we know that we can never really give pity or sympathy for these people...they're way too crazy. Incredible.
PBP

[SimplyDisastrous]

Summarizes being broken really well. Excellent.

[luciddreamer]

I like this one, full of emotion, true effects of being "broken"

[Immortal1967]

Love the poem. Good rhythm to it, and dark and tormented. True vision into the mind.