By Mac Guerreiro

Eye can’t stop,
The tears,
The sobs,
None of it,
My head hurts,
My heart too,
Eye don’t know what to do,
Eye wish it would stop,
The pain,
The hollow feeling,
The projector in my brain,
Eye bet she loved having you,
Taking you away from me,
Eye bet she felt like a real queen,
Not that eye blame her,
Eye wish it would stop,
The darkness that’s running through,
This feeling of complete and utter doom,
Like eye’ll never be okay again,
Like every time eye see you eye’ll see her too,
Because the part of me that’s leading doesn’t believe you,
Maybe someday it will,
Eye wish it would all stop,
Eye wish eye didn’t feel anything at all.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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