INNER CITY STORIES
This feels like it’s not real.
Like I can wake up and I won’t feel so terrible.
How can a feeling so comforting be so harmful?
This feeling so familiar, yet so foreign
I look so deeply into these dark pools and I think.
What brought me here?
I have nobody to tell.
I don’t want to lose her or hurt her.
So what can I do besides hide from these harsh truths
Maybe happiness can substitute for this loss
But then again when that happiness turns into regret I will have nobody
I couldn’t live with her hating me
But right now I’m so confused
I hate myself for even considering these violent delights
Though, I can’t help but not care, due to my knowledge that
I will have to deal with such violent ends.