Ooh, very nice. The rhyming here was very good, as was the word-choice.

"tired as I am, I know that I am weak
I can't sit or stand, nor can I walk, or speak
My eyes have sunk a little deeper in my head
My skin as pale as the living dead"

^ This stanza was my favourite. Especially those last two lines.

"For once I'm glad I do not weep
Over secrets I'm forced to keep"

I would suggest changing 'I'm' in the last line here, to 'I am', as I think that would improve the flow.

Overall - a nice read.

Oh, how sad.
it was another great poem by you but it i was very sad.it was just so deep

The imaginery and wording was absoutely excellent..I have to say that those were my faves

Your memory doesn't reach me here
In this darkness, there is no fear
For once I'm glad I do not weep
Over secrets I'm forced to keep

So sad..but powerful
Keep it up,
Laura