Here or there

Stuck here at the crossroads not sure which way I want to go.
  They say home is where the heart is, so how am I supposed to know.
  As its been ripped out and broken, now it's lifeless, limp and empty, no longer does it glow.
  Once so full of life and beating the brightest red, the colour has long since vanished, it now begins to fade.
  Ready to be picked apart by the scavengers of their trade.
  Exposed for all the haters who want their piece of flesh, so c'mon fuckers, step right up while it'd warm and fresh.
  If I was you I wouldn't take to long to secure your piece of meat, before this once proud and bursting organ takes its final beat.
  Don't take this to literally, it's very far from fucking final.
It's just how I feel right now.
It doesn't make me suicidal.
I still plan on being around a while yet and hanging about.
I have absolutely  no intentions, of ever checking out.
It's just one fucked up phase in life,
Which I'm starting to believe my own self doubt.