Home

Home isn't really a place or even a person as many might say Home is the feeling of that is natural to you making you feel safe and making you feel good regardless of any and everything that happens outside of that For some, home is a place were they can go and feel welcomed To others home is a person, someone who makes them ignore everything outside that without worries or judgement Unfortunately for me, home is self harm Not quite a physical place also not a person or even living being Cutting myself was home Not a place or a person, but a moment A moment were I was in control, where everything outside of that moment felt meaningless Home was the time were in all the chaos around me at least in that moment I was fully in control of what was happening to regardless of it being good for me Cuts were my home Just like everyone else it takes a long time to leave home A part of it will always come with me for the rest of my life and have to accept it Unfortunately I am not supposed to go back home Its weird to be a nomad of the mind with no place to be at peace And every now and then it feels like everything is falling apart and I have no were else to go The hard part is that the door is always open I dont want to live the life of a nomad of the mind I want to go home