Departed?

Today was the day
I heard the news about tomorrow.
A long, sounding bell was struck.

The messenger climbed to the tallest tower,
An shouted for the town to hear.
He said,

"Wake up. Hope is dead.
Your love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
Go back to your bed."

A thousand days have passed,
But the shadow of denial
Still lingers in the air.

The tantalizing scent of dear hopes,
That never would come true.
They said,

"Wake up. Tomorrow has come.
We are closer to the realization.
Of the dreams that will come true.
Go back to your bed."

The illuminated grey
The shrouded difficulties
Where has all we wished for gone?
It was never ours to begin with.

"Wake up. Hope is dead.
Your love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
Go back to your bed."

Little did anyone know
The townsmen were my heart.
The messenger was my mind.

I hoped you would love me.
But my love could never be returned.
I know,

"No more. Hope is dead.
My love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
I go back to my bed."