The meadow

I wish, that I was in the meadow, so lonely I could die
that the voices in my head disappeared
That I could hear the sound of my own thoughts again
what I really wanted to say, and that I learned to love again
I wait for the better days to come, that the peaceful meadow,
the place where I feel safe, is from everyone,
and not only for the times when you feel sad or upset,
but I guess that my meadow, only exist in my head.