Hold my hands and take me home. Take me home where the first ray of sunlight seeps through the quilt when I'm crawled next to you. Where the drizzles of rain walk me down the happy memory lane and not just the people who disappeared in the way.
Where the purpose is greater than momentary lies that's stabbed deep down my heart which I've willingly left to eat me up. Where assurance and promises keep us bonded throughout. Where the walls do not block me emotionally but let me lean on them and rest.
Take me home where I do not have to face the ghosts lurking from the past. Where the touch do not dread me to take long showers of pain and fear of not being clean enough. Where it's okay to lie down the whole day listening to a song on repeat and just breathe and heal.
Take me home, where when I wake up from nightmares, I'm not just surrounded by insecure darkness and silent cries but where you will wrap me a little closer in your arms and shush me back to sleep. Take me home where I can desperately fall in love with this life all over again. Take me home...