No one's gonna catch me...

I have tripped. And I have stumbled. And every time I did, someone was there to help me up. They dusted me off, and sent me along. But that was back when my life made sense, and Daddy still loved Mommy, and Ruth was too young to open her mouth, and Mina was still my older sister.

Every thing is different. It's all changed. I can't see the world in front of me anymore. I don't know where I am going! I can't see anything past the forest. There is no sun, there are no clouds, there is no light. I can't see my life. I trip and I stumble and I fall and I fall and I fall...I call out for help. I call for a hand. I weep alone in the darkness, not seeing who is there or where I am. I try to stand, and when I do, I fall again. Harder. I know that if I stand, I'll fall, and if I stay, I fail. But when I know that no one's going to catch me when I fall, why should I even bother standing?