For the first time within the last week I will be going home;
For the first time within the last week I will be talking to you;
For the first time within the last week I will be clustrophobic;
For the first time within the last week I will be seeing you...
But I don't feel like coming home just yet cause I don't know anymore;
I don't know if you will hurt me, speak to me or even abandon me...
I still have the bruises from last time I saw you;
Saw you at home before I ran...
Do you still love me? ? ?
Do you still care for me? ? ?
Do I even know you anymore? ? ?
Will I be safe at home? ? ?
I don't know the answers to my own questions...
But for the first time within the last week I am going home...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem