Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows the amount of times I have 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 ive held back tears, the amount of times I've felt like I was going to snap, but didn't for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thought that have gone through ny head when im sad, and how terrible they really are.
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Sad thoughts for the saddest people
PoesieThese are poems I have either written myself or found online. If there is a star (*) beside it I wrote it myself. WARNING SOME THINGS MAY BE TRIGGERING
