home is reinventing yourself over and over and over to get it right struggling to put your life back together playing catch up years behind watching everyone go on without you home is that gutwrenching terror that freezes needles into your skin that has your hands trembling as he downs another drink home is an empty fridge while you starve alone in your room wishing you could end it all home is empty bottles shattered against the wall vomit painted on the floor like a monet home is a disappearing act as you sink into your bed wishing you’d never woken up home is the art of becoming invisible inconsequential as you sit alone on the roof contemplating the fall wishing the wind would take you home is lying awake crying while they sleep right next to you miles away in the same bed home is hoping they’d kiss you more hold you more love you more home is falling apart in the shower desperately trying to make yourself want less tearing your own skin apart hoping you'll finally do it