Salutations

Good morning.
I've said this multiple times
To people I barely know
To people I cherish
And yet
It's mostly a lie
I can't remember the last "good morning" I had
All I can remember is waking up
Next to vacant spots
Or hollow souls
Both giving the same feeling of dismay
Or something like it
Sometimes I struggle with the plausibility of being awake

My only distraction is my dreams
Even nightmares are welcome
Anything to avoid reality
There I can fly
Here I passively await the next trial
To see what possible outcome I will be accused of
And then found guilty of
And then serve my time for
But the lesson after all of this is quite simple
I will not go down without a fight
I will be able to love no matter what
If I repeat this enough times
Hopefully I'll begin to believe it's the truth