As the tears streamed down her face she wondered how she had got there and what she had done to deserve this pain,
For the happiness had been vanquished from her body; and life held little hope for this insignificant prisoner,
But still she clung to her microscopic fragment of hope,
Because without it she would fade away into oblivion; become just another trapped soul in the land of the tortured.

Everything she thought she was gaining seamed to slip through her fingers like water,
Only in her dreams was she happy, for she had created a false reality in which she had the world at her feet,
But nothing last forever, not success, not happiness, not love,
Because eventually,
I always wake up.