Life sucks, there’s no way to escape that. But what people show isn’t even half of what they’re going through, or a third or fourth, or even an eight or sixteenth. Everyone around you buries their pain and they cover it up well, never to be seen again, unless you look deep in their eyes. There, behind that wall is something cracked and broken, splintering away more and more each day. To get even a glimpse of that true sorrow is something heart breaking, scary, and so deeply personal, it’s hard not to get caught up in it.