Going home
To the place most familiar
Where time has been the most spent
And the most friends known

Going home
To where memories have been barred in
Keeping the pain away
Of all that's not normal

Going home
It's all that I have at holidays
I both yearn for it and hate it
The connection to ongoing sadness and joy

Going home
The place of opposition
I am both healed and torn apart
Disappointed in my hopes for a different result

Going home
I wonder, is it worth it anymore?
It's the hub of the good memories I have
But also the place of awkward stress

I want to leave it all
But then what is left?
It's so hard to leave good people
For the pain a few bring

Oh, what to do
What will hurt the least?