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McKenna Pickett Sep 2018
The best things in life are often
the things hidden behind
disbelief
and
fear.
McKenna Pickett Jul 2018
I miss out late night talks
where the only thing that
mattered was the echoes
of our laughter.
McKenna Pickett Jul 2018
Sometimes
my only          comfort
is a mind

emptied






of it's thoughts.
McKenna Pickett Jul 2018
Ink
I sit here
with a blank sheet of paper,
ready to tattoo it with the words of my heart.
McKenna Pickett Jul 2018
My heart is filled with deadly shards.
And the more I feel,
The more it hurts.
McKenna Pickett Apr 2018
Sometimes I find it hard to live. Whether it be at school, where stress and pressure hit just the right buttons to **** me off. Or at 2 am when everything seems so distant.

Sometimes I find it hard to smile. Whether it be with my friends on a weekend, where joked flutter in the air. Or at 11 pm when a face time call sparks joy.

Sometimes I find it hard to laugh. Whether it be in a parking lot witnessing a homeless man by himself crying. Or at 4 pm when the world gets cold and horrid.

Sometimes I find it hard to stay happy. Whether it be with my family at supper on a Friday afternoon.  Or at 1 am when I'm by myself and hatred consumes my sleep.

Sometimes I find it hard to be strong. Whether it be when everything hurts and I want to give up. Or at 7 pm when everything freezes and everything hurts.

Sometimes you have to persevere. And so I will.
McKenna Pickett Apr 2018
I wish people could see the world the way I see it. It is filled with darkness and violence, as well as monsters and scary things. But very few people are the light in our world. Very few see the world as I do, a wonderful place filled with happiness even in the smallest things, filled with peace even in the smallest places. As well as good people and beautiful sights.

I wished we could all be filled with light, until I realized we all are born with light in us, but sometimes people let the darkness cover it up. And for a moment while viewing such beauty in the world, viewing happiness in children and families and friends, and in viewing the very own light within me.

I realized it wasn't people covering their own light. The broken and the lost are only people who have seen other people's darkness and decided to take it upon themselves.

No one truly looses their light, they just give it to others who's darkness outgrew the good.
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