I have no friends left.
They all left me to die.
They sat me in front of
A mirror.
They left me to talk to
Myself.
Tell me I'm crazy.
Tell me that I need help.
I can't remember if you
Were real or if my
Conscience was giving
Me some company.
YOU ARE READING
Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
