Don't know how

Do you feel the world fall at your feet every night?
Do you find you can't fix the broken pieces?
Do you sense there is Hell ahead and can't stop it?
Do you feel in fright?

Every night do you sit and worry?
When you sleep do you cry?
Do you pray you could help when thousands die?
Do you ignore your own problems?

In the end does all this come back and hit you in the face?
In the end do you still stand alone?
Because in the end I'm left with tears,
Trying to help them and stop my fears.

Yet as I sit here telling you this,
I suddenly feel full of bliss,
Because your taking notice by reading this poem now,
I'm not alone, although I don't know how.