Today, the home I worked hard
to build stands empty. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally
too.
The rooms I
painted, the halls I decorated, the shrubs I planted, and the place I have
called home for over two decades sits bare and abandoned.
Where is my home? Where do
I belong?
Everyone has
moved on. There's no going back. A new family will soon fill those
rooms, new memories will be made, a new life will be built, in both that house
and in the hearts of my family.
Where is my home? Where do I belong?
I'm the one
that left, and then they soon followed suit. It was because of me that
house stands empty, that family is now scattered, we've all moved on.
For what?
I just wanted to be loved, wanted, and desired. I still want.
Where is my home? Where do I belong?
It was the
only home I've ever had. I was lost and alone before, lost and alone while
there, and I'm still lost and alone.
Where is my home? Where do I belong?
I can't seem
to find it.
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