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.
majberet 
beautifully sad, fine writing…
thank you, I wish I could write something more possitive or at last not sad, but life is eating me from the inside, and, like I wrote, I feel like I have no place to hide.
We can’t always write positive things Leo. But writing like this has a beauty of its own.
thank you for your beautiful words
I also agree with FairyTaleEpidemic
thank you
Welcome 🙂
Dark and beautiful. Writing has always been my “place to hide”.
the same with me, I don’t know what I did do without writing.
Reblogged this on Betty Generic and commented:
I am re-blogging because melancholy should never be wasted especially when it is beautiful.
Betty G
thank you, I feel honoured. Thank you very much = )
i cant help but to feel a sense of loss on reading this nerve-raking poetry,i know the feeling, some times the feelings are too shameful to write about,some times they issue with such violence that one is left drained and lost.than you.
yes, me, like everyone, have my ups and downs. I can’t really remember how I felt when I wrote this poem, but I’m pretty sure I felt like trash. Thanks God now I’m feeling better … Thank you for the comment.
Always hope in God as we needn’t hide in the melancholy. Recognize it and then glorify the goodness in our life. Not wishing to start a theological debate, but, for me, Jesus turned my dark soul inside-out. I see the darkness as a memory. It is all Light now, clear and present.
He is for all hopeless giving Love, the sword that cuts all darkness and pain.
thank you for the comment.You know, I want to believe, but I don’t know how to do it, I mean 50 % of me believe in God, while the other 50 % is a complete atheist … I think I’m stable, 50/50.
I can help you believe 100% by telling you the highest form of Love is Jesus as told in the Bible, we are commanded to love all people and God with this form of love by Jesus, and in faith and commitment, He will appear in our heart eternally. Thanks for responding. Please consider what I say, store it away for a time when you may call His name in quiet solitude. Be blessed. Love and Peace in Jesus. I wish all the best for you.
I understand
thank you for comment. Like I told in another reply, I don’t really remember how I felt when I wrote this, but I think I felt like trash. Thanks God now I’m feeling better.
I would like to 2nd Rick, although your writing is quite good, there is much much more to life.
My mother was a Leo, and not a lover of Christ, but Christ is my life since 2006. I have peace within even with my daily ups and downs, and hope more find the peace that is needed in their life too.
ok, I will think about that. Thank you for comment.
I have days where the black curtain has descended too. Not half as much as I used to. Writing helps me to pick up a pitchfork and force it back. Writing does definitely help. If you also need a decent ( if not slightly large) ears. Just holler.
Good luck and well done on vocalising it so succinctly.
C.p.
thank you man. Yes, those days are hard to digest, I have them often … well, thank you for the support.