Reality (A poem about reality)

Sleep is not, Death is not;

Those who seem to die,

Live for eternity.

Life feels short, but unbearable.

And those who don't cry,

Are the saddest people on earth.

They are all vanishing,

To the below,

And you are all alone

Once again.

Those who don't sleep, don't dream.

But they wish,

On the brightest star in the sky.

Its just reality;

For which we must accept.

The rain is gods tears,

When we sin.

We aren't really living;

We are only surviving.

But we will make

the best

of it

all.