Lonely

A part of me cries when the day begins
& a part of my dies when the night bids goodbye
makes me feeling like an abandoned child
looking for the right way
the way that leads to home
but no,I cant go back in time  &
visit the place that I called 'home'
for the home I had left is not my home anymore
the fun,the laughter,the cries is all a memory now
But still I carry these memories in my pocket
and take them everywhere I go
so that I dont feel lonely and empty inside
when I see no people and no places for me to go
Glued to the memories of the past
I yearn to go back and relive the moment last

thanks