I want to go home.
I feel out of place everywhere I go.
I feel like an alien in my own skin, a foreigner in my own bed.
Maybe that's why my body is covered in slits and my lips are covered in alcohol.
I always feel out of step, like I'm walking on the edge of sanity while others have their feet flat on the ground.
Perhaps that's why I'm so obsessed with suicide.
I've had 13 places to call home and I didn't fit into a single one.
I just want to go home.
But, go home where?
I am home now, penning this in the dark while my mom makes dinner and my sister does her homework.
So, what am I homesick for?
I don't know.
I don't understand why I feel so hollow.
I just feel so lost, so empty.
So broken.
Perhaps I'm homesick for the unknown,
Because I'm sick of all the places I had to call home.
