Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've sat in my room and cried. How many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back tears. How many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but dont, just for the sake of others Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad, how horribly they truly are. Nobody knows me, and that's what I like the most
