Afterthoughts and Explanations

I am a worm, nothing more just a worm, no need to try and hurt me, for I hurt enough, I am banished from the warmth of the human touch, cold and tired, oh so tired, cannot even eat, just something to drink by my bedside, for all I want is sleep, don't worry I won't stay long, I'm just a little slow, just passing by in the dirt, I just want to go home, no need to worry, you should care not for me, no great loss this world, all are greater than me, from time to time I cannot help to try and find someone to talk to, but if refused no harm done, something that I'm used to, I have my beverage, finally home, I slither into bed, i take a sip and read my book, this is where my time has led, sure I am lonely, this truth has always stood, in the end it is only I who cries for I, this much at least is good, as I turn out the light, the sacred sleep takes me in so firm, nothing more to hear of my tale, I'm just a Lonesome Worm.