Loneliness in love

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~From the perspective of an old broken toy~

I used to be brand new.
A perfect little thing for her to love, bright blue.

Someone who brought her nothing but joy.
Not just a useless, ugly, forgotten toy.

Now I sit forgotten on this shelf alone.
Watching her life and how she's grown.
Wishing one day she'll remember how together we shone.

My arms and legs once so full of life, now hung motionless, my mind a blur.
I screamed and yelled but no one heard.
So all I could do was watch as her words  became slurred.

Watching helplessly as her wrists leaked crimson.
Wishing and praying that for once I could be something more than just a stuff toy in its prison.

In the end I couldn't save her.
I couldn't do anything but wither and waver. 

Forever alone on this dusty shelf.
Fated to rot in the memories of me and her old beautiful self.

- Alice