I have to keep my head down now. Because everywhere I look, people shatter. And they continue until I see all my best friends shatter. I can't manage to watch them die. Even if it isn't for real. I have to focus on their eyes, instead of looking elsewhere. Being at the back just makes the sight even uglier. Watching pure, white angels be broken. Or drown in misery. Where do I go? Where do I look?
I close my eyes and I can still see the remains of the sight. There's no escape. There's never an escape.
I don't want to lose anyone. Not just yet. Even if it isn't for real.
I don't want to watch anyone die. Especially my best friends. Even if it isn't for real.
I don't want to watch myself die. My bones break and burst. Even if it isn't for real.

Tell me,
is anything real now?