Frail, alone and insecure in such a dark and crowded world, with too few corners left to hide. Looking down at life's empty plate, a decision had to be made...
There has to be something better.
Don't comfort me, I don't need your sympathy. I can do this on my own. Get the hell off my back. Right or wrong this is the path I choose, and it's my choice to make.
You won't catch me crawling back and admitting defeat. I've been in this mess far too long now to do it any other way.
With dreams of fortune and wealth forgot, I traded in the kingdom of white suburbia for nothing more than a mattress and a basket of clothes.
Only now, being worth nothing, can I begin to feel something.