The Dream that Never Was.

Upon the pillow stained with tears,

lies the girl pained with fears,

jumps and screams and deathly chills,

sorrow, joy, pain, paved with pills.

She whispers as she slips in sleep

"Where is the true love that I seek?"

no one answers the question she cries,

no one dares attempt to reply.

She questions more as she wipes her eyes,

the pain from all the tears she's cried.

She lies awake restless and alone,

she turns and whines searching for her home.

She longs to feel arms wrapped around her,

she longs to feel loved...

She sleeps in sorrow as tears fall down her cheeks,

she dreams of lies and petty things.

She dreams of what she cannot have,

what cannot be.

She dreams her petty dreams thinking

"Why can't this girl be me?"

She sleeps deeper diving in her lies,

she dreams bigger filling up her eyes.

The tears become unwilling moments tainted,

like her pictures they are just the brush that paints them.

She sleeps past her lies into a sea of broken lives,

she dreams the deepest the dreams that cannot awake.

She dreams the feelings she cannot fake,

the nightmare of the truth.

The truth that love isn't for her,

nor is it for you.

She dreams this dream so deathly pale,

not even tears can any longer wale.

Her face cold from the restless sleep,

for it is death that keeps her weak.