Word of feeling ,,,

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 the tears, how many times I’ve felt like I’m about to snap but don’t just for the sake of others.
Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head whenever I’m sad, how horrible they truly are.
Nobody knows me, and that’s what I hate the most.
I guess I'm just tired. Tired of trying, tired of caring, tired of waiting. I'm tired of trying to be Miss Perfect for everyone and never really end up being myself. I want to be myself, but I want to be accepted for it too. I guess I just need out of this scene. Maybe it's all the false, made up people that make up the population of this town. It's hard to find anyone without something they're hiding, or even everything they're hiding. I guess I'm just tired of crying and no one to hold me and tell me I'll be fine.
Be that girl. Be the girl who keeps her phone on her pillow until morning waiting for a text. Be the girl who stops in the middle of a test to laugh at something she remembers. Be the girl who is so determined to find love, that she’ll risk her heart being broken over and over. Be the girl who isn’t afraid to say “I love you.” Be the girl who knows that no matter what happens, she will find love.I suffer in silence. I don’t cry in front of people. I can smile despite how shitty things are. I will always put you before me. I leave my phone on at night just in case someone needs me. It’s because I love everyone else more than I could ever love myself.