Glad You Came (editing)

I was a peculiar child, out on my own by the outskirts of the playground - grabbing every opportunity to simply escape from the chaotic everything. The kids my age were far too immature for me, they were unaware of the horrors reality withdraws. So rather than fighting to "fit in" I chose to find comfort in being alone.
That was until, James.
He too was scarred and wanted to consider the world unreal. We grew fond of each other and held on to the little light that life apparently has to offer, friendship.
A light that became darkness much to soon. He left. No goodbye, no warning, nothing. The world we created together shattered, and so did I.
Apart, I turned into someone else. All we ever did was try to save each other but the broken can't be fixed without its cure.
I am not the same. I now have more scars. My parents got divorced and along the way of coping with life I got into sex, drugs and alcohol. As of now, I live alone in some empty mansion.
And on the verge of gripping for life, he comes back, just as he left, without warning.
I hate him.
I hate that he was the only one I had.
I hate myself, for being nothing without him.
I hate that though it's been 7 years a part of me can't help but whisper, I'm glad you came.