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 Apr 2018 Katherine
T R H
How does it feel
to wake up each morning
happy to be alive

to have a sense of direction,
a purpose in your life.

How does it feel
to be loved by someone
truly, completely

to not be caged by anxiety,
able to live freely.

Please tell me how it feels
to belong,
to fit in

to feel beautiful
comfortable in your own skin.

How does it feel
to feel
anything
except for sad
and alone

I would love to know.
 Apr 2018 Katherine
pixels
knuckles rubbed raw by
teeth so sharp and blunt
a tongue rough and silent

violent retching
self-harm for a throat
already held by a noose

she promises
just

one more cookie
one last bite
one last calorie
one last breath
one

the toilet bowl is her best friend
and she hugs it close
when no one can hear
 Apr 2018 Katherine
John Doe
You
 Apr 2018 Katherine
John Doe
You
Loving you

Was the most

Beautiful

way to die
 Apr 2018 Katherine
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.

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