giving meaning to meaningless things is like drinking poison
it makes you hollow

i had hopes as well as aspirations and dreams. but as the river still steadily flowed through the streams. i did nothing to make any come true. now i guess that the time is due. before i had realised, the river was dry and i don’t feel enough anymore to even let myself cry.

I hate them for making me hate myself

And this time when he screams tears from his throat he lets himself cry too.

A cry for help will always be the echoes of your heart. It's a loneliness you don't even understand.

The only thing that makes me cry is the time that keeps passing me by