Runaway

I've done this to myself.
History is severed.
My path is unclear now.
Where do I go from here?
Born in the dark, I lived in fear.
I've never felt freedom like this before.
There is no running from the truth.
Reinventing false creations.
Impossible to progress.
Finding no comfort in my happiness,
I am walking on an endless road.
Looking for a false god.
No one is here for me.
Home will never be the same.
Here's to life, or what's left of it.