I wish I had
someone to tell everything too.
Tell how many times I've lost all hope, how
many times I've say in my room and cried.
How many times I've been let down. Nobody
knows how many times I've had to hold back
my tears. How many times I want to snap,
but don't for the sake of others. Nobody
knows the thoughts that go through my head,
and how horrible they are. Whenever I'm
sad, I wish I had someone to turn to for help.
But nobody knows me, and that's what I like
most.