Nobody knows the real me.

Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room when nobody was wathing.

Nobody knows how many time I've lost hope, how many times I've been left down.

Nobody knows how I've felt like I'm about to snap, but I just don't, for the sake of others.

Nobody knows the thoughts that goes through my head when I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. 

Nobody.

Knows.

Me.