Of Words, of Cracks, of Secrets

This is the day for which I have been waiting.
Tomorrow I will be regretful and tired.
Perhaps it is the fair punishment for a liar.
Still, you stole my secret.
I know you were only trying to help,
But you are keeping me from sleep.

Music or tormenting thoughts are available, but no sleep.
I can feel it waiting.
This whole cycle grows so stale and tiring.
Call me a liar.
Seal me secret.
Nothing is new but this alleged help.

I never wanted to be a liar.
The only thing I want is sleep.
And for you to return my secret.
You already know; I may as well die waiting.
Crying and disbelief left me drained and tired.
I never wanted your help.

I remain unsure about your help.
Will it stop me from being a liar?
Will my eyes become less tired?
Right now, I want only sleep.
Another thing for which I could spend eternity waiting.
Sleep vanished with my secret.

Now my secret
Has been replaced with help.
The help that keeps me awake waiting.
The morning may bring a liar.
“I got enough sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”

I suppose I am literally sick and tired.
Of words, of cracks, of secrets.
Of lack of sleep
Of impending help
Of being a liar.
Of waiting.

Waiting in fear, my eyes are itchy and tired.
Liar, hording secrets.
Help, I pray brings sleep.