Why Do Mine Keep Falling? (full title)

Inspired by this photomanipulation: not today

Poem (just in case it's hard to read):

she’s reaching for the stars in the blue sky,
as the tips just grace the edges of her fingers.
the stars are dancing, twisting, turning.
her dreams are falling with them
how can she catch herself in a broken net?
moon’s oceans wash them farther
from reach and hope.

her scarred fingers are clinging to lost hope.
help her, before drowning in her own sadness
becomes all she is waiting for.
there is no hope for loneliness, no dreams for
souls who are lost in seas of black space
because the stars are gone and holding on to nothing
is easier than falling into everything.
Why is it so hard to find the broken little girl and
mend her almost faded soul? How many dreams has
she let fall away? when did fairies become dust mites,
when did unicorns become ogres who were eating her up? when did her heart stop beating with magic,
her blood stop pulsing with happily-ever-after?
if only moonlight could actually heal, if only moonbeams were a cure as she is caught in the glow of them,
trying so hard to catch her dreams. their shooting now. flying off, leaving her behind to fend off the monster
in the dark. the dragons as they burn her up, scar her skin, her heart. if only her hero was real, if only prince charming was not just a ghost of a past she
cannot even remember or cling to.
if only good things still belonged to innocence,
grasped its crevices to make sure happiness lived in
the eyes of a teenage girl with nothing left but haunted sorrow and broken promises. How can growing up make you so small? So...empty?