Broke

Separate into pieces as a result of a blow,

Shock or strain

Crush the emotional strength, spirit or resistance

Cracking down

Time is on your side,

What a beautiful lie.

So many reasons to cry,

So many wishes to die

Spare time is worse ,

To reflect on your curse

When life moves this slow,

You prefer a physical blow.

You just want to go,

You're sick of feeling alone

You quit asking why,

When you're too tired to try

You barely get by,

And long for the end

This hand you were dealt,

You can't ever amend

You'd rather fold,

It's getting so old.

Your life's a joke even with money,

You'll always be broke.