What isn't real can't hurt you

with saucers for eyes to stare at the sky
the moon and the stars,faraway where you hide
the loneliness,the nothingness..with the darkness so cold
happiness thats borrowed,returned once you are sold

eyes that keep wet,fill holes in your mind
as you search,so frantic..but with nothing to find
its only a daydream,you turn off the light
your one final sleep marks the end of your plight