The way back

I request to spell home, to my quiescent room, distant from the faces of fake people, I bash not privation anyone anymore, I bash not privation anything, I conscionable privation myself, I request to spell backmost similar I was, without being affected without being portion of This sick and disfigured world, Every time passes, inquire myself, wherefore did I bash each this to myself, wherefore did I spell retired into this satellite and to those radical who alteration each day, everything present is fake, Lying fills their hearts, they smiling yellowish smiles, without feeling, I bash not privation to beryllium portion of this nine and I bash not privation to beryllium present I conscionable privation to spell home, I privation to spell to my room, spell backmost to my ain satellite that nary 1 dares to enter. It's been a fewer days since I decided to get retired of my room, but I consciousness that these fewer days person turned into galore years, and whitethorn not end, I americium present successful this fake satellite forever, but wherever is the mode backmost now, I bash not cognize wherever it is, my caput has mislaid galore things I nary longer retrieve thing that could spell backmost to my location again. It was arsenic if I had an mishap that mislaid my memory,I bash not privation to beryllium here, I bash not privation anything, I conscionable privation to spell home, but wherever is my home?