The way back home

If I had known then what I know now

I want to say I would’ve never left home, but I know that’s not true.

I wanted to find out what was outside of the safety that I had been raised in, And I found out

There’s darkness

Storms abounding

And there’s people who have no souls to speak of

It’s all very frightening.

I was away from home for 8 months total. All of which time was a nightmare.

I trusted people for but a moment, and for that I was assaulted.

When that trust faded along with their smiles, I refused to ever break my moral compass again, and for that I was hunted.

Months went by, and I suppose I make good prey, because they never found me.

But I’m left with this sense of destruction. This sense of fear of the entire world at large.

This sense of wanting to burn every bridge I cross so that they may not follow me.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again.

But I hope maybe someday I’ll find my way back home.