Broke

Falling apart.
 I keep walking. 
I wash. 
I make up my face. 
I change my clothes.
 I clean my house. 
But it still does not change. 

Every day,
 I am still broke. 
I wake up,
And start sewing the seams of my stitches 
And banding the sores,
 And rubbing out the bruises,
And examining the scars.
 
Every day.
 I get up.
I get up and I try.
 But, it's still not enough.