Why

It's actually quite funny, how you look at someone else's life from the outside and you proceed to think how much better they are than you, how their life seems perfect and how you desperately wish you were them.
You never realise what you had until you've lost it.
You never realise what people do for you until they've stopped doing it.
You never realise how happy you were until you can no longer remember the last time you smiled.
You always think: why me?
It's always: why did this happen to me?
But believe me when I say you're not the only one.
Even perfect people crumble.
Even perfect people die.
Even perfect people are sad.
Because you can never know what goes on behind closed doors.