Toys are objects that can be thrown away or treasured.

Suddenly, abruptly, it hit me that I am alone.
It may seem like I'm not, when in reality I actually am.

I am abandoned.

I have been betrayed countless times.

People who claim me as their best friend, eventually lose contact with me.
People who say they will miss me don't even call me.

I am forgotten.

But it's always been like this.
I'm just used, in every possible, single way.
I'm used to keep others company, so they won't feel alone.
But once another person replaces that void, I am thrown away.

Maybe I'm just a toy.
An object that is tossed.







You know.
I just finally realised it doesn't actually matter.

I am okay now.

Lol.