Nobody knows when somebody's sad

Because we've all become experts at hiding.

Out laughter is forced, our smiles are fake

Through this sadness in which we're abiding.

We are the hurting, the broken, the dying, 

The lonely, the friendless, the sad. 

No, we're not tired, that's just our lie,

And no, we don't mean to look mad.

You'll always find us sitting alone

With music, a phone, or a book. 

It really not hard to spot us,

But nobody cares to look.

The words that we speak are soft,

But the voices in our heads are drumming.

Out piles of insecurities seem far too talk

To even dream of overcoming.

We hide our tears until we're alone,

Then cry at home in our beds,

When the whispers come out to haunt us

From the monsters inside our heads.

We try to act strong

And blend in with the crowd,

But their smiles are real,

And their voices are loud.

Nobody sees us,

We're nearing our end.

If we continue unnoticed,

Soon, we'll all end up dead.