A foolish mistake

In this sorrowfull night

All this nigthmares torment me

In this sorrowfull life

All my nigthmares become real

Is there anything more than suffering

in this empty life?

My heart is cold, but still I desire to love

And I still carry on

When I look around , all I see is hapiness

When I look inside I see nothing more than sadness

Sometimes I wonder if they´re wrong

Or if I am

I realize

that the way you feel, depends on who you are

Not only on what happens to you

If I want to be happy, I need at least to try..