☆Broken Dreams☆

☆Information☆

I feel like it's important for these little tweens who fake pain, loss, and depression on here to know something.
So I'm going to give you all a bit of information.
Depression is empty. It takes your heart and soul and leaves you with nothing. You try to fill that emptiness with anything and everything but nothing ever lasts.
Loss is heart wrenching. I've seen so many people on here say their best friend or sibling died and it usually turns out that they lied.
That's fucking sick. Losing someone so close isn't a game. It hurts. It leaves you feeling odd and empty, like nothing actually exists because it's just SO FUCKING HARD to accept that they're no longer here.
To all of you that pretend to have witnessed great accidents and now have mental issues from it because you think it makes you seem edgy; there's nothing worse than repeating the incidents of an accident like lines from a play you know by heart and feeling tears sting your eyes, but forcing yourself to hold them back because you're so sick of crying.
There's nothing worse than realizing the resemblance between a sleeping body and a dead one.
There's nothing worse than knowing that hey, at least you react fast when lives are flickering out like a candle in a breeze.
It doesn't make you cool.
It doesn't make you mysterious.
It makes you writhe in pain for the rest of eternity. It's a train you can never get off of.

So stop fucking lying.