Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've sat in my room and cried, how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but I told back for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through me head whenever I'm sad and how horrible they really are. Nobody knows how I really feel.
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3 Responses Sep 1, 2014

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Nobody knows, and no one ever will. That is the blessing and the curse of those that wield words that carry emotion. Nobody, nobody, nobody is you. Nobody is me. Nobody is nobody and nobody is all of us. You are yourself. And you are nobody.

Every single action you make has an impact in some way on the entire world. Nobody will understand, but everyone is nobody. Everyone understands. Everyone is affected. Everyone can only know bits and pieces of you. But you are nobody, why should they care?

I am a nobody, and I know that the most unexpected happy events are always able to happen. You are a nobody, but more importantly, you are not one nobody. You are all of the nobodies. You are the anonymous, the beautiful, the ugly, the everything. You are one of us, one of the nobodies. And that's perfectly fine.

Not good holding back things, mentally and physical. If something is wrong or bothering you than speak out, let your feeling be known

Now you do

On here you can vent about anything, no worry about being judge about it

If you ever need to vent, I'm willing to listen