My closet overflows with my forgotten sweaters

Their sleeves reach out to me, waiting to picked

The colors are still vivid, as if I bought them yesterday

But their cuffs are fraying at the edges, their logos are fading

They read my body and frantically reach out to me

Trying to pull me into their tattered arms

Trying to comfort me, when I wish they would all burn

One of their sleeves wraps around my ankle, snaking its way up my leg

I rip the thing off my leg and tear it to shreds,

Its fabric rains down on the others and they shrink away

My eyes begin to look for another one as bold

Because that felt so good

But they go back into the closet

The ripped open one just lays there, almost watching me 

I look down at the jacket I am wearing

Its fabric a little warn, but the inside is still fuzzy

I still feel the comfort it brings with its warm embrace

They continue to hand onto me, helping me when I feel I am lonely

But I look again, its cuffs are torn

The sweater is holding so tight I feel I am suffocating

Air fails to reach my lungs and fly into a panic

I rip and tear and pull until I can breathe again

Around me, my only friend is in pieces, words bubble into my mouth

Sobs escape my shuttering as I try to piece it back together

I look and that was my last jacket, my very last one

And then laughter replaces my sobs and the reality truly hits

I am cold and alone, with no jacket to save me anymore

I am surrounded by enemies and they know I am afraid

My jackets lied to me, it will always be me against the world.