Across The Street.

A Poem by karina y

Based off of personal experience. Some people should not read.

Across The Street.

You think you're strong enough tonight.
But before you realize, it's all happening again.

You make your way into the dark, cold room.
You reach for a broken light, but you forget to turn it on.
It's like a habit.
No, a ritual.

You break open the old brown cabinet, that your neighborhood left for you as a surprise.
You feel around for that small paper box.

"Thank God!"
You let out a cry.
You've never been so happy to find something so, so, brutal, yet so sweet.
You pull out a fresh piece,
Covered in smooth, wax paper.
You run and hide.

At this point you are bawling,
There is a river flowing from your eyes.
You cry, and cry, and constantly ask, why?
"Stop! Please stop!"
You're hearing in your mind.
But your body tells you other wise.

You look down at the faded lines.
You're not surprised.
You look away, then side, to side.
Hoping you had another way tonight.
You're at a breaking point,
You can't decide.

Is all of this worth it?
You ask yourself.
But before you know it,
You've done it again.

And there's no way,
No way to go back.
So you do it again.

The cold, metal piece,
Now warm, and red.
You feel at ease,
Or so you would like to believe.
But you have just created another lie.
A lie you cannot hide.

Those faded lines you were so proud of,
Are now covered by these new streets.
You've made it to the other side of the street.
Two times.

You try again,
And one more time.
Until you say alright.
You've made it across four times.

A day goes by,
You realize,
It wasn't worth your time.
But by that time, the damage has been done.

And once again,
You're thoughts arise,
You're back at the finish line.
You say you're done,
For sure this time.

Until the next time.

7. 27.13
K.Y.