Untitled [wrote this poem a long time ago]

I keep hearing voices
screaming inside my head,
telling me everything would be better
if i just dropped dead.
things would be easier for my family,
easier for my friends,
no one would have to
deal with me again.
my life is worthless
has nothing but tears and pain,
but you can't see me crying,
for i am standing in the rain.
I'm tired of faking happiness,
tired of fighting back tears,
I want to let my emotions out,
the ones that I bottled up for years.
I'm sick of always pretending,
saying that I am well,
when everyday I return
to a home that is my hell.