hurting, wanting, feeling alone

i just wanna go home
so i can rest my soul
it's tired of hurting
it's tired of wanting
it's tired of feeling alone

it's tired of tears falling on these pages
smearing the words and blurring the phrases
falling back and forth between different stages
left on its own viewing life in liquid gazes

despite its attempts to overcome and move on
it presents itself with moments foregone
and allows its existence to be so withdrawn
that it can't bring out any courage to be strong

it wants to be back in the comfort of others
where it can come out from under the covers
live in the light and have time to discover
all that it's missed and help it recover

and now that the moment of sadness has passed
the pages have dried with memories of the past
though they haven't and will never be surpassed
my soul is content and can rest a bit at last

but i still wanna go home
so i can rest my soul
it isn't done hurting
it isn't done wanting
it'll still be feeling alone...