The home where I ended it all.
The home I will no longer live in.
The home which brought me joy but also so much pain.
The home that protected me until it couldn’t anymore.
The home where my mother cried herself to sleep every night.
The home where my brother lay questioning why I did what I did.
The home where my dog would constantly look for me hoping I would walk through the door.
The home that wouldn’t have my spirit floating around anymore.
But recently I’ve had no spirit to begin with.
But now it is permanently gone.

I no longer come home.
I will never come home again because I cannot.
That was my doing.
All me.
My choice.
A choice I wish I didn’t choose.
I just want to come home.