Perfect life?

Everyone thinks i have no wrong
nothing bad in my life
everyone has had tragic events
they don't know why i used the knife

every little detail
of my past
has been bundled up inside
i have to make it last

they don't believe in depression
well then neither do i
but what am i then
when all i do is cry

no one else is like me
no one really knows
they don't see through the shadow
that I'm just like a rose

I'm tender and I'm fragile
I'm loving yet I'm lonely
my thorns keep them all away
with one other flower my only

my outside brakes easy
as thou i was glass
yet i can be tough
I've learned from tha past

my life ruined
with every more word spoke
my life now empty
my heart now broke

so many things
i hide from most everyone i see
the one true person
the person knows the true me

so i sit and wonder
if what they think now
do they still think I'm perfect
as i ask my self how