Mekayla+Poetry

A single tear a constant reminder of everything you've lost As it fades away dissolves into nothing You still feel its mark, its place upon your cheek Like a scar that never goes away it’s still there Feeling so numb But who could destroy you When you've got nothing left to lose But only you know that you've still got everything its not over yet and you're still hurting  Down deep into your skin it's still there A single tear a constant reminder of everything you've lost   Porcelain  Shattered skin A melting smile Sunken eyes It’s been a while Rosy cheeks The open cracks Tattered, torn Ugly and worn Smile fading Cold to the touch Impossible to embrace Nestled in a garment Made of linen and lace A little girl Her soul is trapped

I wish I was fearless the brave one the hero the one to end up on top someone who makes a difference someone you would remember someone you would want I wish I was beautiful like the girl on the magazine I’ll admit it, she is stunning if I could only be someone who turns heads someone you would remember someone you would want I wish I was strong so I could put up a fight I could hold you together and brush off the negative someone who’s not broken someone you would remember, someone you would want. I wish I was bold I didn’t blend in I would be visible to your eyes and special in a good way someone out of the ordinary someone you would remember someone you would want I wish I was perfect and all the above maybe then you'd love me the way you love her I would be someone special I would be someone you would remember, I would be someone you would want. --- Strut with her head held up high and let your insecurities ride Because weakness, is not an option. --- I want to run away, just get in a car and drive away, far, far away To some big city where no one knows me  Other than seeing me in a “runaway” flyer I just want to run, and keep running I don’t care where I end up, As long as it’s far enough that nobody remembers the sane girl I once was The sane girl I no longer will be. The broken girl I still am. .--- I don’t know who I should address this letter too, But whoever you are, quote me, life sucks. People use you, mistreat you, not caring if they leave footprints while they walk on you Maybe I'm writing to God, and he’ll find It somewhere at the bottom of my trash can and ill only be repeating the whispers he already knows, and this is simply another plead for help. Maybe I'm writing to all the people who are perfect, like her, with perfect lives, perfect cars and perfect houses with white picket fences, the ones you hate publicly, but secretly envy. Maybe this is for that kid, whom I don’t know the name of, The once that sits and the back of the classroom and never says a word, Who is deep and if you listened has a story for his scars Maybe it’s that five year old from down the block Who prances around the neighborhood in a tutu singing sweet lullabies If only she knew how corrupt this world is. Maybe for the Boy, who has drove me to write this letter Who wouldn’t acknowledge my existence even if I was right in front of him Which I am. --- Big city, Big Dreams, Big problems to fix, it’s just me and you Against the world --- I’m sure I’ll get old someday But grow up I’m not so sure But until then Monday mornings come to fast --- Dedicated to you, and all those other run away dreams, my forgotten fairytales. --- Porcelain faces with plastic smiles Are never to be trusted Keep to yourself because fake is the new trend --- I wear the smile you gave me Each and everyday This is one that shall not fade.

Rhythmic words like raindrops Yet I have never owned umbrellas I watch then fall from my window Let them collect like puddles Lining papers, lining soi’s Dance in this hazy middle ground Where both everything and nothing can be achieved Isolated in concrete Forever infatuated by time Watching from a distance Life being played back Trying to fast forward To more contented eras of time But we seems to be stuck on repeat

Waltzing barefoot from tunes sung from inside with visions of fishing boats and beach tides crashing imprinted on the mind Not yet a disappointment, Not yet a sucess, But an almost promising failure