writing 12/5

i own nothing that's mine

i just sit all alone

and i'm told not to cry but i'm skinned and i'm stoned

i just sit on my sofa and read books all day

and everyone seems to just laugh in my face

my company fills me with no sense of joy

i cannot relax and i will not deploy

i don't care what you're doing

i just don't care who you screw

and the old man you fucked is not into you

i come to your side

i come into your home

so i can rectify my own broken bones

you only sighed, said you wish someone had thought of you

i swim through my own filth

i'm to my ears in resentment

i've waited for years to be wrapped in a cerement 

you welcome me in, i'm a man who is riven

i'm trailing behind, i cannot walk, i am limping

you come to my side

you come into my home

you wanted to lie, but still no one's ever enough for you