My dream, my happiness is all being buried. I buried them myself. I thought by telling closest people about what I feel, they would help me but they all think differently. I want to break free... I want to be able to do things that I want to do, things that makes me feel happy.. But why am I too afraid? Am I a coward?
If only someone can reach out their hands to me and telling me that everything going to be fine and I will found my happiness, I would be so happy.
I'm just trying to survive each day...
In this pain that no one knows...
I'm just going to smile