Dreams are nothing but wishes that kill

In this place i stand im closed in.
I'm alone and empty handed,
with scars of pain and vanity.
I'm branded!
It seems that every where i turn i see faceless figures just standing there almost as if they were planted.
Everyday i grow stronger but yet i still feel weaker.
Not knowing how much longer i can stand it.
I appose this feeling because i know its getting deeper,
decoyed with false hope,
and almost what is happieness.
It's eventually leaving me destroyed.
Just as it seems to all.
I awake back in this void they call life.
I guess dreams really do kill!