Poems from katiejohnson97

And maybe one day you’ll know That a “good day” does not mean recovery, That a forced laugh does not mean “I’m over it” That “I don’t feel...
Hallow the hollowFor they’ve seen throughThe shadowsAnd laughed at them.Befriending the spiritsThat pass through andCall them “friend”....
  I have all these broken piecesThat you cut yourself onIn trying to fix me.But I am bleedingAnd this cross contaminationIs only setting...
  Lips pressed tightly against a cigarette You inhale the toxins With eyes closed and Mind intent on … something Focusing your eyes on me...
Institutionalized hatred Familial separation  Finger to the trigger as I'm pacing   Contemplation of my place in the world   When faggots...

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