Chains and Fire
It hurts sometimes, when you see how easily things really fall apart. You're all held together by chains and fire, which is what it would take to break you. And then the fog clears and in the light you can barely make out the remains of the emptiness that was all an illusion of safety. But even the illusion is torn to shreds and there you are: hanging in the middle, grasping desperately at what was never there and falling, falling, falling farther than ever because the surprise of it all made it too hard to catch on to anything but the pain. And they you find it, hanging right there in your face so you curl yourself around it, dig your nails into it and hold on for life before you step back to see what it is you're clinging to and it's nothing. Nothing but the pain wrapped in memories that are sliding down and away from you until there's nothing left to grip but the tears and the pain and the realness of it all and you desperately want to let go. But you've already wrapped yourself so tightly around it you just can't break away. And even if you could, you'd only fall and fall and fall. And you really don't want to know what's waiting at the bottom...