what happens now?

Raine Maida sings so eloquently, "And if I don't make it, know that I loved you all along - just like sunny days that we ignore because we're all dumb and jaded. And I hope to God I figure out what's wrong!"

Then so many people fall to their knees and bow their heads in shame and humility because it's exactly what they were so desperate to express and had no idea how to, because he gave them the release they longed for.

Yet...what happens when you've made it? What happens when the world threw you curve ball after curve ball and you fell down over and over, and you resorted to the bottles and the pills and believed you needed a Prozac world to come out on top, and held up your friends' heads as they vomited and forced water down their throats so they wouldn't die of dehydration and shook them when they were sober and told them this was not the way to be, and realized it yourself: and then the impossible happens - you make it.
You make it, you can drink and not get trashed four times out of five, you stop the pills, you make the good decisions, and you can breathe and laugh and love without the Prozac.
And the world is beautiful.

But even though you've made it, your friends haven't. The ones you love, the ones you would gladly sacrifice almost anything for. What if you're on top of the world and singing, and they're still on their knees with the beer bongs in their mouths and the ecstasy growing warm and sticky in their hands?
How do you stop them? How do you give them what you have? How do you tell them that Superman isn't dead?
How can you stop them from killing themselves - from dragging you back into the bottles in the process?
For no man - woman - is an island, and with five friends already buried I know that turning my back and letting my heart break as they're lowered into the ground would destroy everything that I've worked and fought and suffered for.

And yet - how do I make them want what I have? And what's worse - how do I tell them how to get it, when I shouldn't even be alive to have it?

How can I make them believe in something I don't want to remember?