life less than a dream

My dreams are where I find my happiness,

I smile and laugh more than in life.

In my head I feel more than in reality,

The imaginary is more than the real.

 

But when I remind myself that it’s not real,

It hurts me more than it should.

I feel a pang of regret that the friendships I have made,

They are only in my head.

 

Then comes the misery,

The time of self doubt.

Real life seems hopeless,

Why live in this world when a day’s dream makes me so much happier?

 

Life out of my dreaming numbs me.

In a day in my dreams makes me smile and laugh,

A comfort life rarely gives me.

 

What’s the point of living outside of these dreams?