Nobody knows the real
me.
Nobody knows how many times I've sat in
my room and cried,
how many times I've lost
hope,
how many times I've been let
down.
Nobody knows how many times I've had to
hold back the tears,
how many times I've felt like I'm
about to snap
but don't just for the sake of
others.
Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone
through my head
whenever I'm sad,
and how horrible they really
are.
