N
o b o
d y
knows the real me, 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 I'm about to s n a p but don't just for the
sake of others, how many times I've felt like
running
away. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through
my head when I'm sad.
How
horrible.