The words that

I can't say

are written so I

can get through the day.

To be heard

isn't so easy,

because listening ears

aren't there freely.

The cries I cry

are nothing when

I write words

with my pen.

To be heard

is something I desire,

So I can burn

with the same bright fire.

The pain that

I chose to hide,

Unearths as I

continue to write.

To be heard

is important to this heart of mine,

Because the sun inside

will once again shine.

The thoughts,

pain and sorrow,

will be nothing but

a memory tomorrow.

To be heard

will change this girl,

and her soul

will unfurl.

The pain she held

close inside,

will cease and she

will once again fly.

She doesn't need

anything that has a price,

or any form

of advice.

She doesn't need

anything in words.

She just wants

To Be Heard.