She said,
You only know my name,
But not my story.
And that my friend,
Hit me.
Hit me home.
It's really true,
You only know my name,
But not my story.
Not my pain,
Not my struggles,
Not my fears.
Not my mistakes,
Not my broken dreams,
Not my failures.
Not how I was betrayed,
Not how I was hurt,
Not how I was abandoned.
You only know my name,
But not my story,
Not how I was killed.
Million times,
By people,
That I thought was genuine.
How my friends outcasted me,
How they treated me unjustly,
How I forgave them.
How I was left behind,
By someone whom I thought would stay,
During my darkest times.
So before you ,
Go mad and tell people about me,
I want you to remember this.
I said,
You only know my name,
Not my story.