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...