• Do you really know how bad it is, until you step back to look? Blinded by fear, you covered your eyes and sat down. Lived in your fantasy, everything was perfect. People love you, they care, they worry. Until that one day, that one question, that makes you think. And think. And think. Carefully your hands will lower from your eyes, and they will open slowly. You will stand on your shakey legs, and live the terrible horror that your life developed into. You will step slowly, trip with every step, cry every tear. You know you can't laugh this one off like the others, like the other falls. You will be unreachable, everyone feels bad for you, but just can't seem to uncover their eyes for you. You try to explain, to lower their hand to look into your dismal world, but they just can't. You can feel yourself drifting, you stop fighting the pull, you can only watch as those who care still pull on your arms. But you feel nothing. So let me ask you, Do you really know how bad it is, until you step back to look, into my darkest corner, my deepest fear, my life.