Sleep My Love: Poetry

No One Understands Me

I still think I'm sick.

so many times I've died.

so many times I've tried

to hide my lies,

but all I'm made up of is lies.

I can feel all these eyes

on me.

they won't leave me alone.

leave me be.

this is all a trick.

I never had any pride.

I never tried to hide

my helpless crys,

but nobody heard my crys.

my head is high in the skies

above me.

so high I've flown,

but they won't leave me be.