NaPoWriMo Day 18: Sounds like Home?

We never got back home,
You know, the surrounding that held my innocence and saw beneath the person I wanted to be
Haunted by familiar ghosts similar to the spirit of the person I could have become.
To envision it was a picture
To have known of it, an intemperance
   
A few feelings ago, i lost touch with it and built one inside myself,
The ceiling was sobby with scars
The wall was cracked with wounds
The electricity went out due to fear
And the door, I had no door

I convinced myself that all humans had a built-in "Home" button
I have contemplated whether to click it
What if I click it and it doesn't work,
What if we never get back home?