Tick-Tock

The gravity of time holds me down; Like a tree I'm growing up in my place, Or a bird caged in my own space. I keep waiting and hoping; For my dreams to bloom, And for my wings to come out soon. But the harder I fight life, The farther it pulls me under. I'm tired of starting over every time I lose, When giving up hurts less- than anything else I may choose. Call me weak for wanting to let go, My burden is getting heavier And life refuses to slow. Yet whatever happens to me- in the days to come, I will always thank myself first, Because I'm not where I came from. And for you who are still not apart; If my death arrives with a poem, Then promise my cursed soul- A burial next to the Sacred Heart.