this is my story untold.

should i feel guilty, should i go on counting the days? bright lights in the naked city, i need a place to call my own. i walk these streets at night, its just like day under the bright lights, as i walk all alone. i walk alone. and i breathe my breath a cloud infront of me, the wind whips through my coat, through my shirt, through my heart. and i feel alive. i feel alive. it's already been too long, cause days are like weeks, like months and i don't know when you're coming home. please come home. and i exhale as tears stream down my face. i read the words that you will never say. once again i walk alone. i want to go home. should i go on counting the days?