Depressingly pensive and terribly written.

So many people can fall apart in the middle of the street while so many people can just walk on by.
So many people can fall apart at home with nobody to help.
So many people can scream their frustration across the world on the internet, but even with the whole world on the other end of the line nobody takes the call.

And while all these people are falling apart, be it next door or in a different country or in a different fucking galaxy, there are all the others who carry on as normal.
So many people notice, but are scared of getting involved.
And so many people walk on by without realising what's going on.

And then there are people who say everything is fine, and maybe it is just below the surface, but they're falling apart inside.

Human emotions are wonderful, beautiful, awful things and the world is a wonderful, beautiful, awful place. There seems to be no such thing as balance.

And in the end, we all fall apart.