I'm Pathetic

Here I am again, laying in bed, wearing your shirt and your jacket, that's how pathetic I am. Just so I can have a shred of your warmth around me. I feel so lonely. I used to have friends, I used to have time. I used to have you. I don't have anything. I just have a house full of angry tension, a time bomb. I have sore ankles, burns and cuts. And no one to talk to. When I see you I forget how hard it is to be me anymore. But then you have to leave again. When I'm around you, I'm allowed to be careless. When you're gone, every worry lands on top of my chest again. And even though you'll never understand what it's like to be common people you try to understand. But then here I am again, abandoned. Abandoned by everyone, especially the people who promised to be there for me and who I've always tried to be there for. So, here I lie in your jacket and shirt, abandoned, sad and in a cloud full of my own sorrow and pity.