i know 

i know what it’s like,

to be loved 

to be jealous

to be hungry

to be hopeful

to be scared

to hide in a closet

to watch myself bleed

to cry in the shower 

to think “i would be okay if this car hit me”

to be homeless

to be dirty

to be controlled

to be high 

to be intoxicated 

to feel ashamed

to be exploited 

to sing with a room full of people all feeling the same feeling i am feeling 

to be held, kissed, touched 

to be finally be okay

to be whole

to be happy

to feel. 


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