Imaginary

Sometimes I feel like I belong.
I close my eyes and pretend.
Everything feels wonderful.
Like my heart is on the mend.
The illusion that I've spun.
Takes away the deepest pain.
I wander aimlessly, searching.
Praying for refuge in the rain.
Memories I have made.
They seem so real to me.
I'm fabricating my life.
So no one will ever see.
I'm lost and alone.
I cry out for a friend.
One who is real.
A hand for the lend.
So tonight.
I'll take a breath.
Close my eyes.
And pray to God I see sunrise.