Nobody Knows

What so many people don’t understand
Is what its like to be in Never-Ever-land.
I know what its like
And I hate it

I know nobody knows what I'm like;
Who I am;
What I can be;
And I know
nobody cares.

I know what I am
And nothing more
After all, I'm hated

Why would I want to succeed in a world that hated me?
I don’t

Why would I want to succeed in a world that despised me?
I don’t

Why would I want to succeed in a world that turned its back on me?
I don’t

After all, I'm hated

nobody knows
nobody knows

I’m in the wrong place
at a very wrong time

I need to end it all
If I end it all now
nobody will know
nobody will care

I sit here writing a note that nobody will find

I lock myself in my room,
a picture in my right hand, a bottle of sleeping pills in my left.

The picture;
It signified everything I had lived for
It will signify everything I’m dying for

With steady hands I put the picture down
And open the bottle of pills
nobody will know

I calmly open the pills
I slowly put them in my mouth
One by one
Until the entire bottle is gone
nobody will know

I put down the empty bottle
And pick up the picture
It was of her
My beautiful darling,
Everyone had thought I had killed her
But that wasn’t true;
I loved her too much
nobody wishes they knew what really happened

Only I know
Only I know what really happened that horrible night
Only I know that horrible secret
A secret I wish I didn’t know
How she really died.
I wrote it down on that long note;
The note nobody would find.

I can feel the pills setting in
I don’t feel scared, sad or nervous
I feel calm, cold, and unfeeling
I feel dead

nobody will know
after all, I’m hated

if you’ve never heard of me,
thank you.
it means someone didn’t hate me.

let me tell you something-
nobody is everybody
after all,
I’m the president’s son