I am not a toy
Though you treat me like one

Tugging at me,
‘till my seams tear,
Which later on,
you shall repair.

But they loosen up again,
Soon i will be so torn,
that i will never mend.

You play with me,
and mess me about,
but no words come,
from my glued shut mouth.

I wish for you to stop it
And just leave me be,
But you will never listen,
To poor old little me.

You then get fed up,
And toss me aside,
Hurting those feeling,
That i keep inside.

One day you will remember me
And pick me back up,
And seeing that i’m broken,
You give a sad look.

I mend slowly,
and am on my way,
as you take me with you,
for to play.

Then you toss me aside,
Again adn again,
Breaking me eachtime,
Your slowly dying friend.

You mend me and paly
Then i break again,
One day.
It hurts more and more eachtime.

I wish to be mended
and never break again,
I can’t be fixed this time,
my deer old beloved friend.

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