I am used for a lot of things
When it comes to being used I am king
People use me for what I am
And they never give a damn

About the way I feel at night
For I have not been able to see the light
In a good while, or so I am told
And that is what makes me feel so cold

They use me as a pet
They use me when I am wet
Then they just push me away
As if I was news of yesterday

They look at me as a thing
Until my uselessness in their ear rings
Then they push me out for good
And not care for me as they should

They look at me as a toy
For their own influences to enjoy
They look at me as the scum of the earth
From the time of death to the time of birth
They never understand why
I care so much that I don’t want them to die
They never took the time to say
I am sorry or have a nice day

They just pushed me aside on the street
As if I was only some type of meat
They walk away and never look back
As if they were in a night too black

So as I lay hear and I cry
Maybe they will go and try
To say something nice and kind
Instead of trying to mess with my mind


Please, if you use me, stop, I am tired of the pain.