For all the things I said right,
I am wronged.
For all the dreams I dreamt,
I am awoken.
For everything I didn't say,
I am punished.
For all the love I gave,
I am left alone.
The hardest part of waking,
After the dream has ended,
Is the quiet knowing that no matter,
What was said, or what was done,
There would never have been,
A right reason for you to go.
Only fantasies,
We fed ourselves.
And lies,
You still tell yourself.