Simply Misunderstood XO

Nobody knows the internal struggles I go through everyday. And they don’t need to. I wish they did so I had someone to talk to who actually understands, but it’s just not the case.

Nobody knows the guilt I feel deep inside when I see an old picture from a family vacation. Nobody knows the knife I feel piercing through my heart when a song comes on that reminds me of my ex. Nobody knows the anger that builds up when someone doesn’t appreciate what they have, something that I would give anything to get back. Nobody knows the voice in my head that says “that could be you” when girls talk about their nights out or deep talks with their moms. Nobody knows the chills I get when I think about the happy memories of the past with people I used to be close to. Nobody knows that I used to be truly happy and don’t think I ever will be up to that level ever again. Nobody knows the life I live, the life I hide, the life I show, and the life I aspire to have. What you see is not actually how it is. Nobody knows what hides deep inside of me, layer under layer, and I don’t expect anyone to know. It’s just a part of life and it sucks.