One thing that makes you lonely is when you cry out for help and you realize help won't come.
When you spend time stitching up the wounds alone sobbing in silence.
It's curious, how after all there's that we don't understand you we consider you selfish.
In the end, maybe that's my problem. I understood that I was my only savior and therefore I had become too individualistic and withdrawn.
In the end I screamed "help" I only answered my echo and ran away on my own selfishly.
No one will save me, I am my only savior, I must find peace within myself, it will be my healing












