How can I be homesick,
When I don't have a "home"?
How can I miss the place,
That I'm running from?

Will I ever find a place where I belong?
Where I feel at ease.
Where I can be myself.
And find inner peace.

One touch,
On an unhealed scar,
Can hurt so much more
Than the actual war.

And with every touch,
The healing time becomes longer,
The wound deeper,
The sadness stronger.

They say Time,
Helps everything heal.
But that can't be true,
Considering how bad I still feel.