I used to think that friendship is the greatest It is in some ways But what if you discover that you have no friends No close friends I mean You find yourself talking with people and having fun with them But But they know nothing about you They think they do But No They Don't No one really knows And no one can see The anxious and depressed person inside you Just because you're trying to be funny and act like you're the life of the party But no one beside your hidden notebook knows the real you
I wrote this because: Because you may have a friend.. who always gives you advice. And tries to make you smile. And he's always wise and knows how to take you away from depression and he does. But trust me that person, even if he looks so strong, he is weak inside. Even if you don't see him crying or complaining. You really don't know him.. And no one does