Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows how many times I say in my room and cried, how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been down.
Nobody knows how many times I had to hold back tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but don't for the sake of others.
Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad, and how horrible they really are.
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Depression.
PoetrySome quotes are long, and this book is about mental illness I guess, mainly focused on depression. Is completely finished.
