What do dreams,
exist for?

To those who,
dream of gold and success,
they wake up motivated to work hard.

But for those,
who dream of,
things that are,
beyond their reach,
wake up heartbroken,
and left in despair.

So why do we dream,
if it hurts us?
I've tried,
to run from them,
by not sleeping,
but they still find me.

When they do,
they're sweet and kind,
the ripped from me,
and in that moment,
of despairing,
I would choose,
100 nightmares,
over a dream of what I long for.