Nobody knows the real you.
Nobody knows how many times you've cried in your room when nobody was watching.
Nobody knows how many time you've lost hope, how many times you've been let down.
Nobody knows how many times you've felt like you're about to snap, but you just don't, for the sake of others.
Nobody knows the thoughts that go through you're head when you're sad, how horrible they truly are.
Because sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will rip you're skin apart.
Nobody knows how hard it is to sleep at night when there's so many thoughts going through your head.
Because there are monsters, and it's okay to be afraid of them. But it's not okay to let them win.
And it's not okay to be one.
Nobody. Knows. Me.