I woke up by myself today. Not that I expected for people to be with me, but I just was hoping I would wake up and the last year would have been a horrible dream.
My hopes are real, just out of grasp.

This will never be a dream, because only certain things can change.

My wishes and hopes hardly come true.

Should I fight to keep myself happy? Why?
I'm terrified of seeing what I have,

so I just shelter myself and hope for the best.

Loving you is so hard, I can't anymore.
I just can't, really.