I am running on empty. The fumes have long since disappeared. I am feeling bone dry. The gauge reads empty and that's how I feel. What more do I have left to give? What good is my advice if I don't want to live? What's done is done and I'm breaking down on the side of the road. What's done is done and I've broken down and I have never felt more alone. I can't seem to see what lies ahead. These city lights are blinding. I have to find my own way. I don't want to be like this. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I left because I didn't want you to see me like this. I can only be myself when I am by myself. What is left but to start all over? I swear I'll make it right this time. This town has nothing left for me. I'm moving on to god know's what. I have to believe that there is something better out there. I have to believe that I can make it anywhere. I swear upon this cast that I will not break myself again. I have hurt for long enough. I need air for these collapsed lungs. I can barely stand but I will find the strength within to start again. Will you take my hand? A new city, a new night, will bring this corpse back to life