What happens?

What happens when hope is lost? When one becomes a bore? When muddled dreams don't include you? When an un-witnessed dignity is all that is left? When your soul bearing soliloquies are met with laughter? When what gets you going is the inability to sleep? Where pride is taken in appearances? When pain doesn't remind you that you are alive, it just reminds you that you're hurt? When the fleeting trees by a car window countsdown the unaccomplished age that has passed by? When the distraction is the reality? When a sober thought is no good at all.