Shattered Dreams

The day wears on as it gets harder and harder to hold my head high.
My hopes are held so high, dangling from a fragile thread.
They tell me not to rely on my dreams, but once they are gone I have nothing.
I am told that things will get better, but it steadily grows worse.
What do they know anyway? Have they walked in my shoes?
I'm fading away little by little, as my dreams are nothing but dreams, and reality is something I just can't face.