My Depression Journal

10/21/2014 10:10

When youre young, hopes, dreams, wishes, plans. They fill life. But as you grow. you break appart. Those hopes and dreams shattering. And those promises become empty black pits of nothing. When you're young.  Those little pools of happieness we called friendships. They begin to fade. And leave you in a place. So dark, and lonley. A place people fear and fight every day. A place called reality. This place. It's where we come to realise promises are made to be broken. Dreams are just that. Dreams. And our hopes and wishes. They are just lies coated in sugar. Fed on to us by the public and the people in it. When youre young. Life is simpler. That's why it leaves so fast. No one person wants another to have all the good. So its ripped from us. Leaving wounds that can never heal. Even after so long. It's called a scar. It never leaves. It haunts you for the rest of time. Or what time reality lets you have. When we're young. It's all eiser.