Painted in Black

I am re-blogging because melancholy should never be wasted especially when it is beautiful.
Betty G

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I’m bleeding

broken in the inside

crawling on the floor

with no place to hide.

I feel wasted,

sadness is present

like the moon in the night.

I’ve no place

to hide

or live

or play,

I’ve no place

to run.

But I continue dragging the car

made with two heels

and a cardboard box.

I don’t know where I’m going,

I’ve no direction

no future

no life.

My destiny is painted in black

and the clowns

are laughing at me

Because I’m the lower being

of the earth and

space.

Doors are closing in front of my eyes

and everything around me

is blood and

melancholy.

I wish I could be a star

to shine at night,

a continuos night

evaporating with meds.

My heart is ripped in two

my mind

my soul

What I am ?

Who I am ?

I’m not that being

dancing in the dark.

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