Never feeling so alive.
Hometown still the same.
Family doing fine.
My heart feels it never left.
Yet it doesn't belong there anymore.
No one in dire need to want me back
in that town.
The house I grew up in is not my home.
Even though my last name is still on the mailbox.
I die more on the inside
Near tears, which could've flooded the Nile.
Nothing would have stopped me after that trip to stay.
I know I couldn't...
I have people who depend on me in my new home.
Friends...
Roommates...
Someone who cares about me...
Truth is...
I couldn't go back to my hometown again,
because my heart just isn't there anymore.
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