Hopeless

I look back at my shattered past;
Why were these things not meant to last?
A picture, a poem, a piece of mind
Now sinking deep below the brine
That is the depths.

All the things I've loved and shared
All the people for whom I've cared
Pass before my hopeful eyes
Dying slowly with every lie
I tell myself.

Now the dreams are dead, dying
In their bed they are lying, crying
Never to rise or come again
For they have never been
Real.

And I go to join them, in the dark
For all these things are but a lark
My hopeless hope dies at night
Never to see the morning light
That will ne'er come beside.