Stitches

My head,
it's in the clouds.
Body laying here,
upon this ground.
I'm in here all alone.
No one here in my bed but me.
These pillows here next to me, are empty.
My baby, doesn't care.
He'd rather be without me.
I'm not important.
And now these tired eyes,
these tired eyes, the cry they cry.
From all the pain he made her feel inside.
Is there love?
We do not know.
I'm just going to lay here,
lay here,
lay here, and cry.