I lie awake at bed at night,
wondering whether things are my fault.
Whether I should have said something,
or if I should have quit.

I know how many people were hurt,
because of the things that I have kept to myself.
How many tears could have been spared,
had I been strong enough to speak?

If I had only told the world
everything that was on my mind.
Maybe then would they understand
what I am truly going through.

Some people may judge me
on what they do not know.
If only they could know
what I truly feel.

Some people may think I'm just lonely,
or others that I'm a troubled soul.
But I think to myself,
how truly wrong they are.

No one really knows,
what really lies beneath.
If only someone would come
and uncover the truth about me...