![]() BrokenA Poem by Matthew Kult![]() 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. © 2018 Matthew KultAuthor's Note
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Added on July 16, 2010Last Updated on May 14, 2018 Tags: Broken Author![]() Matthew KultARNOLD, MOAboutMy greatest sin is playing pretend. Acting as if a monster doesn't live within. And surely some I offend But allow me a chat. To show you what I feel It is madness not under a hat. As everything.. more..Writing
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