Hurting, paining

I'm hurting, I'm paining
With your various shenanigans,
With your merry-making without me,
With no import I am hanging
By a threadbare string of hope
That things are tighter than the rope
That binds us, rules us;
May be things were better
Till I discovered your various shenanigans,
Your merry-making till the hours of dawn,
Gosh! I feel like a pawn
On a chessboard,
About to be sacrificed;
No words would suffice
To say how much I'm hurting, I'm paining.