I feel like a stranger in my own home.
My Pictures are on the walls and my clothes are in the closets, yet this house feels empty still.
There's evidence that I've been here, but none to prove that I belong here.
I've made memories here, I've laughed and cried here, but I've lost my footing and I'm slipping through the cracks here.
My home doesn't feel like home anymore, and if I don't belong here then where do I go?
If my home doesn't feel like home then I'm naked and stripped from the truth of who I am!
Who I was?
That identity is lost to me and now I have to start over. Because my home doesn't feel like a home and I have no idea who I've become.