Crash

I live my life through someone else's story.
And As I laid there I opened the door to the hidden dream. The only dream my mind ever yearned.
But I have to kill it, and stop missing what is already gone. You see, life carries on. And as you recieve the answers more questions start to come. I am sorry I failed, I am sorry I crashed, but I am tired, I am exhausted. I can barely breath. Can someone turn off the light. I need to sleep, or leave.
This is unbearable. The empty cage is there, and I grieve, without the strength to move on, to make this my home. I left hopping to find something else, something real, but I haven't fount it. Whatever "it" means, is not here.