Is this the end

Is it broken beyond repair? Do they even care?
Words like knives stabbing in, deepening the rift as cracks begin to from.
It starts in the mind and seeps out like a sickness infecting everything.
Who's fault is it? Who knows, were all to blame for letting it get this way.
Countless days, months, years of pain and stress built up to a high boil,
ready to burst. I fear the worst is yet to come, that it has only just begun.
If I unravel, if I fall apart, if I crumble beneath it all who well be there to catch me when I fall?