Everything is so empty.    There's nothing here for me.    This town is just a collection    of dead ends and bad memories.    It permeates everything I do.    I was so convinced I could run away and just start again.    I ran so far away but I found that nothing changed.    Everywhere the emptiness that I tried to escape.    I found the same longing and desperation.    I found the pain I thought that I could leave behind.    See, the town is not the problem.    The problem lies in me    and the failures and regrets that distort everything I see.    I see it now so clearly    in the sun that never left the home I left behind.    The world is just a reflection of how I see.    A projection of the ugliness and hate I live and breathe.    Some things I can't outrun.    Memories like asphalt never fucking change.    Eyes turned blind to beauty.    I cannot escape.