[A final story of losing]

Im a fool for the stars,
and a maniac for dreams,
and i wish on every star,
and nothing comes true,
so it seems...
I have the world at my fingertips,
and the sky wihtin reach,
but i keep getting lost,
beneath the surface of dreams...
Im a hopeless romantic,
with my head in the clouds,
if i knew how to fly,
id never come down...
The world is my playground,
but i stay inside,
for reasons unknown,
i feel better when i hide...
I slip into my books,
and become people unreal,
i scorn my own life,
and try hard not to feel...
My days seem to get shorter,
and my head further clouded,
those dreams i admired,
are now wishes i've doubted...
Im breaking like ocean waves,
and splitting into bits,
when i feel like standing,
my heart and mind sits...
its raining lost dreams,
and my sun is washed away,
the night has come happily,
blocking out my pleasing day...
I have closed up my windows,
and have forgotten how to smile,
i think i will hide away,
and stay hidden a while...
my clothes are all boring,
my colors have become grey,
my heart a sad picture,
i have put on display...
they scoff and they judge,
what i used to love best,
i will lay down and forever sleep,
giving my chaotic mind rest...