My chest is heavy
like there is a burden that I carry
so I feel a bit weary
and my eyes are a little bit teary

But I needed to be strong
To cry I felt was wrong
Instead I just sang a song
To forget the pain I've endured for so long

But what I didn't knew back then
For every single time when
I held back the tears I should have cried
by those tears my heart was drowned and died

for every tear that didn't fell on my cheeks
accumulates on my thoracic cavity, where my heart is
For every "I'm okay" lie, done by my lips
locks my heart deep into the abyss

In that abyss
filled with every tear I wasn't ably to cry
I drowned my own heart.
It was I who killed it,
**It was I who made it die.

Not everyone
can be a star
That shines bright
even from a far

But even a star
needs darkness
For its light
to shine brightest

can be a star**
but it doesn't mean they can't be appreciated.

Flower,
oh so pretty
bright and colorful, indeed pretty
plus a bonus
exudes freshness and fragrance

Gardener
that looks so shabby
clothes are worn, hands are *****
with a callus
excretes sweat and is smelly

But to know this
you must
the flower might be
a pretty sight to see
but the gardener
was the one
that took care of it, heartily