Lengths

The depth of it just scares me,
Which is why I never go,
To the lengths that people say I should,
And now I fear I'll never know,

The strength of feeling that only comes,
From the raw, uncensored view of it all,
From an acknowledgment that the world will end,
To allowing myself to fall,

Into a realm from which I may never return,
Like a drug trip that never ends.
I wasn't brought up knowing too much of life,
Or understanding your internal mechanisms.

And it's not alright,
Enough that I want to cry.
Why should the rest of the world have access to depth?
Why?