This Time... Poem by victoria martinez

Slipping and sliding
It never ends
The words all broken
.
The thoughts leisurely
The weight heavy
The harmony cheap
.
And the pain it’s deep
The hate is weak
The heart it leaks
.
My turn
But, I don’t try
My turn
I won’t die
.
My life
I gave up when I realized nothing was free
To be free I had to pay with my life
.
To feel free I had to be high
Waste my time
Waste this light
.
Know what’s right?
Know how to fight?
All you need is a knife
.
Kick this
Lick this
Hit this
.
It’s like I don’t care if you care
It’s like I know you never tried
I’m so tired I can’t think
I’m so old
I’m so me…
.
My turn
And I tried
My turn
And this time…
Well, I died