You would know that I cry every night for the people I lost.
You would know that I never tell my problems to anyone because I don't have anyone to tell.
You would know that I hate myself - physically and mentally.
You would know that I find my escape from reality in music and in the books I read.
You would know that I think too much, and mostly bad things.
You would know that the reason I always say that love sucks because no one ever loved me back.
You would know that I never tell what's on my mind because they would not understand.
You would know that I'm afraid of being a failure.
You would know that I have thought about suicide and how to kill myself, but I'm not that brave.
You would know that I put fake smiles everyday because maybe if I pretend too much it will become reality.
You would know that I wonder if is anyone out there for me, someone that understands me and accepts me for who I am.
You would know that I wish I could go back to when I hadn't lost anything.
You would know that I never know what to answer when people ask me what’s wrong.
You would know that I feel lost. I don't know what to feel anymore.
You would know that I'm always afraid of being alone for the rest of my life.
You would know that I don't know what to do about my future.
You would know that I want to stop doing it, but it's hard.
You would know that I'm a broken girl.
You would know that whenever I make eye contact with someone, I'm always terrified that their first thought is that I'm ugly.
You would know that most of the times I hate everyone and everything.
You would know that I have a bad habit of comparing myself to others.
You would know that I have bad nightmares every night.
You would know that I don’t know why I am the why I am.