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 to tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but don't just for the sake of others. Nobody know the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever I'm sad, and how horrible they really are.
That moment when you burst out crying in your room & you realize that no one knows how unhappy you are.
No one in this world understands us the pain we feel, the emptiness, the anger, the sadness we've have given up on life and on everyone. It's not my fault I turned out like this, maybe you can blame the society or yourself also my depression.
I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.
Sometimes it's better to keep silent than to tell others what you feel. Because its hurts badly when you come to know, They can hear you, but can not understand you.
