Homesick

Moved Away, thought things would be better.
So far away, but good is not forever.
Every face I've never seen,
every place I've never been.
I wish to return to where I was.
No, it's not perfect, but better because at least I have somewhere to go.
Someone I trust,
someone I know. I'm all alone in this foreign land.
How could I know, this is not what I planned.
Will they be waiting when if return home? Or will I forever be alone? Every time I think I should give this a try, someone says something to make me think why, why did I ever agree to this life?
I want out so bad, I'd consider the knife. Oh, how I miss those bright summer days. So many days gone by, and everything is still Grey. I often wonder if I did come home, would you be waiting, or am I alone?