Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room,
When no one's watching.
Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope,
And how many times I've been let down.
Nobody knows how many times I'm about to snap,
But I don't for the sake of others.
Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad,
Or how horrible they truly are.
Nobody.
Knows.
Me.
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I am a Victim
Short StoryYou may say, "I don't see any cuts." But why would I cut where you can see?
