Most people will cut you open just to watch you bleed. Always be your self not the person you pretend to be. Hearing people say they miss the old me, but isn’t it the old me that pushed them away to begin with? Caught in a riptide so bittersweet, of new life above and sold ground beneath my feet. They said that they love me, I should have lied to keep them from breaking my heart. My emotions just run through like a work of art. There no stopping this dagger aimed straight for my heart.

My hearts made of Glass, but my minds made of stone. So much pain, no one tells you how deep the wounds can be cut, how much you bleed out gasping for air. I wonder if there really is even anyone out there. Always in my head space, trying to find my resting place. I’m damaged with a lot of baggage. Does anyone else have a love story that’s tragic and full of scars that will never heal? I Can feel my self falling apart with this broken heart, blood spewing creating this insanely beautiful work of art, all I need is a dart to aim at the middle.

My heart cant take this damage, repeating its cycle of unforgiving cracks in my wall I try to build every time. I hear in my core am I the reason behind these wars? Covered in scars disguised as tattoos, all these scars I cant keep from showing, keeping everyone from really truly knowing. How dead I feel inside. To much pride to admit I am wrong. Losing control, Fighting the truth. On my own starting over, where’s my lucky four leaf clover. I could use some blessings right now, I feel so weighed down.

You have to understand I’m coming from a hurt place, feeling so haunted everyday feeling like my hearts being taunted. Some days I just want relief from my stress, how do I go about that besides that tight black dress. Insecurities of all kinds acting as a hostage of my own mind. I guess I just need some time. This emotion we call love can be so miserable, or so beautiful. Like a drug everyone uses. One minute its saving you, the next its drowning you in its sedative state. Cant remember the last time I even ate. Lets let go of the hate, stop the pain of the blame game.

Gasping for air, will we be alright? Ill never know unless youre there. So don’t let go and just hold me tight. We’re at the end of this miserable fight.

Goodnight.

XOXO Maldo