Why cry when you can scream it to the world?

[breakname]

Countless words attempt to soothe the salty wound. The cry of the mountains. Who knew we had so much time before the lights went out. Mercy is for lovers. Hate is the silver lining of this shattered time. Happy endings are like improvemnets, changes are for fakers, and nothing can heal the pain of a loved one lost. Moving on is just for the liers.

Why can't I make any sense?
-E.