Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows how many times over cried in my room.
Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope.
Nobody knows how many times I've been let down.
Nobody knows how many times I've felt like I was gonna snap.
Nobody knows what goes through my head when I'm sad. How horrid they are.
Nobody. Knows. Me.
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Nobody knows
PoetryA small paragraph on the amount of things people don't know about someone depressed.
