I've Lost Everything I love, This isn't my home.

Well, if you let me put it that way then its that simple.
But if you rip yourself out again then, its that simple too. I find I become a completely different person without your response, and yours too. I'm sick of myself, ready to go back to my old ways and tear the skin off my back inch by inch. Slowly kill myself and drowned in the leakage of human waste. You have me standing out in the rain for you. You have me at my most vulnerable state and I'm only good enough for when you want me. I didn't do it cause I didn't want you to think I was only good for one thing. I wanted more out of you and thought more of you. Your the slime between my teeth and the gut of the stuck pig smothering itself in the back of a pickup.
My hands move back and fourth and my tongues stays in place. My eyes searching for some type of distraction. You give me the illness I've been dreading. The plague is your name and you will know it.