No One Knows the Truth

 
In my friends eyes,
I'm insane and have no shame,
Bold and gets what I want
In my family's eyes,
Im still insane with no shame
But I'm more quite and shy
However no one knows 
That behind the locked doors
I'm anything but fine
Behind the thin walls
I re-evaluate and question my life
No one knows about the blades 
  hidden my stuff bear
Nor do they know about the small, 
  red book filled with the thoughts I 
  never shared
Or my small, white book of lies
That I use to try to see the positive thing in my life
And when I have my earphones on,
It's to silence the voices yelling in my 
  head
Because even though I decided to 
  live,
I sometimes listen to the voices 
  saying I'm better off dead

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