Broke

God I hate being broke
The money I have is a joke
No money for food, nor for rent
Everything I have is spent
Working this crappy job, day by day
Getting hardly any pay
I can’t live like this
What do I have to miss
The knife is in my drawer
Plunge it deep, fall to the floor
The pain will soon end
Can’t live with no money to spend
On the counter is a note
It says the explanation is in the poems i wrote
Just read them and you’ll understand
Life without money is something I can’t stand