Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows how many times I cried in my room when nobody was watching.
Nobody know how many times I've lost hope,
how many times I've been let down.
Nobody know how many times I wanted to kill myself.
Nobody know the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad.
How horrible they truly are.
Nobody
Knows.
Me.
YOU ARE READING
My Unsaid Words For Years
PoetryLife is full of misery loneliness and suffering .And it's all over much too soon.
