Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden

I grew up in a normal house. A normal neighbourhood. A normal family. I never knew sadnees. I hardly ever cried. I loved my life. One day everything changed, and though I seem happy now, and I seemed happy back then, I wasn't, and I'm not. I never want to play the victim in this game, but the truth is that I feel like it. I supposed to rely on people that I trusted. But thouse people were just gone or worst, they didn't like me anymore. I cried and nowadays, I'm still crying. I hate what I've become. I hate myself for being such a coward and don't face my fears. I hate myself for hiding everything, but I know that I do that for a reason. My life is not what I'd wanted it to be.
And that's the moment whaen I look arround, and I see the lifes of the people I have arround. Thouse normal lifes I wish I had and... in that only moment, I'm ashamed of mysel for thinking the way I did. That's not the life I want! I mean... The people I know with their 'normal' lifes are just... I don't know... empty in some way. The only thing I can say I ... liked? about the life I live now, the pain I've been through, the tears I cried, the people I lost is that... all thouse things made me stronger, made me wiser made me.. a better person that everybody else. I feel sorry for them when I know they don't feel the same emotions I feel whenever I listen to a song, a melody, I saw an inspiring picture, some beautiful poems, sing an emotional song, ... laught when all you know about is pain an sorrow. That's a beautiful feeling, and all I can say is that I found ... in the meadow of life, my acre of Heaven.

Ever seen the Lord smile?

All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?

Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?

Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is

All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

SONG OF MYSELF - NIGHTWISH