By: Sumer Marie Hill

All my thoughts I have inside,
Is my secret pride.
Nobody will ever know,
The way I feel about my unhappy home.
They are locked in my head or written down,
So the crying I do makes no sound.
Nobody could understand the way I feel,
So why make it a big deal.
I have gone through life for 18 years,
And have cried many, many tears.
Sometimes not knowing why,
So why not die.
And my dad being so far away,
Doesn't help at all with the pain.
People say that life is a test,
I say it's a big mess.
Why has my smile left???
Is everybody deaf???
I am screaming so loud,
But nobody hears my sound.
Why not die???