Dependent Upon The Fake.

Struggling to wake up, fighting to go to sleep.
What do you do when you don't know what to do?
My words never seem to make sense, nor do yours.
Where do we go from here, or I without you.

Worse than any pain I have ever felt.
Not a single word can describe, except; you.
I hope it will get better, I really wish it would.
Hopes are fake wishes,and my wishes never come true.

Words trapped in my mind, many emotions still inside.
Memories playing in my head, dreams still being dreamt.
Holding my tongue; my feelings are forced to hide.
How did this happen?

Misread actions and a few more fake smiles.
I will depend on that to get me through.
But until the real comes out and the fake wears off,
I have no idea what I am going to do.

[Yeah, does not make any sense. But I gotta get it out..]