How can emptiness be so heavy?

Sometimes everything I feel it's that I'm empty. I try to not say anything, but it seems like it's impossible. I'm lost in this endless emptiness. I'm looking to make new friends, I want some new faces in my life, but this time, I'd like this face to be real. If you see me on the street, on a rainy day, you gonna think that I'm insane. Why? That's the question. You will see the interminable tiredness on my face, the constant search for true friends (sure, if that exist somewhere) and the most scary will be my eyes in tears. What kind of tears? That's the question. Perhaps tears of longing, hatred or desire? I also hate liars. They lie about their life, their feelings even about their dog. The boulevard (not the boulevard of broken dreams, I promise) it's crowded  with cheaters. That's our life. We lie without barriers, but we don't realize that we lie to ourselves.

"I wanted to write down exactly what I felt but somehow the paper stayed empty
and I could not have described it any better"