Try to be fine, sunny, believer,
and look at yourself, into the mirror,
and think of what's your life driven by.

No way: deeply into yourself, despite your masks,
you know that it's not what's most precious for you:
it's the fear of loosing what's most precious for you.

So you stare at yourself, and you think
that there's nothing worse than fearing of loosing your most precious treasure.
And you are wrong.

Worse than fearing of loosing what's really important for you
is knowing that you lost it
and fearing it will never be yours again.

And worse than fearing that your most precious treasure is lost forever
is when your treasure is the most important person of your life.

And worse than fearing you lost the most important person of your life
is fearing that she doesn't feel you are lost.
And for that, fearing that your most precious treasure doesn't need you to be her most precious treasure.
And for that, fearing that she'll never do anything to save you.
So, it's you: you are lost.

It's me.

I really hit the bottom.