Nobody knows the real me.
How many times I've set in my room and cried.
How many times I've lost hope.
How many times I've been let down.
How many times I've felt like I was going to snap.
How many times I've had to hold back tears.
When I'm sad, the bad thoughts go through my mind. Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles that nobody knows about. No one try to understand your hidden pain.