How unfair it is to know so many people yet still feel lonely

And despite being strong and patient―despite being understanding and kind, there’ll come a time when you’ll reach the breaking point.

You will pause and ponder that you were so busy pouring into other people’s cups until they overflow while yours remains half-empty. You stretched your arms to accommodate everybody, but you realized nobody bothers to lend a hand when you’re stuck in a slow lane. You compose the perfect words, attend to everyone’s milestones, but nobody bothers to walk with you when you miss the last train of opportunities.

And I guess, it’s fine to get tired of bathing everyone’s world with your light, to absorb their storms, but you always come home to nothingness. You always have nobody to run to at the end of the day.

And it hurts to think that no one comes to mind when you ask yourself, '...but who takes care of you?'

How unfair it is to know so many people yet still feel lonely.