Lying here wide awake at night,
Realizing why I’m so alone,
It’s not you,
Or anyone else,
It’s who isn’t here.

In the silence I hear sound,
And in the emptiness I see space.
But as I lay down to sleep,
I know I lied to myself.

No one’s there,
I’m still alone,
Always,
Just only me.

Does anyone else really see what’s wrong with me?
Do they know why I cry?
Or why I have to lie?
No,
Not even I can't see it yet….

Another night,
All alone,
I’ll look at this and think,
It was only a poem.
But maybe one day,
I’ll look down at these lines,
And see the real lie,
Hidden deep, deep inside.