I am re-blogging because melancholy should never be wasted especially when it is beautiful.
Betty G
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.
That photo is amazing!
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thank you, Betty, that is an honour to be reblogged in your blog. Thank you very much = )
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You’re Welcome :)
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Heartbreaking and real, Leo digs deep and the results are remarkable.
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He is. Very intense and real.
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