I Was There OnceSo I know how it is. Too many people I know seem to be hypocritcal towards broken people. They get upset with others being broken, but when they have a problem it is like it is the end of the world. I went through a major depression and had a few failed suicde attempts and I felt alone. Like nobody wanted to hear my problems.
I have a special place in my heart for broken people because I understand. I know the pain they feel. How alone they feel. How they feel like nobody cares. I surely care, though. I want to help people like that. There are so many people in dark places and I feel so much sympathy; I wish I could help them all, show them the happiness I discovered.