This is for the kids who failed, who ended up back on the streets, who hit the bottle again, who went out for cigarettes and never came back. This is for the people I watched die, because I couldn't get through the glass to save them. This is for all the people I watched suffer, because I was too lost. This is for all of my suffering, that no one bothered to take notice to. But most of all, this is for you. You never got to meet the crazy girl. I want to introduce you before she is ripped from my body, again.

For some, it hits hard, like a rock falling from the sky from deep space. The air speed exhilaration gets so fast; a pebble could make a five-mile crater. That sudden realization that there are no fairy tale endings. Cinderella found her prince, Sleeping Beauty awakened from her death-like sleep, and the curse on Rapunzel was broken. That's why these are "fairy tales," They hold no ground in our reality, in our world. It is That sudden realization that maybe, just maybe, things wont all be ok, that no one will be there to save you. It's the crushing crumbling glass of childhood. It's the moment you grow up.

Like I said, for some it hits hard. For most, it is a slow transition through diapers, Teen Magazine, and acne. For the lost ones, it is one moment, one word, one picture, one image, which is burned into our thoughts, and we have to leave all pretenses of innocence.

I don't remember how it all started, just that I couldn't re-attach the new me to the old me.