I'm a tool.
I am used whenever people seem to need me.
They seem to like to use me to heal themselves when they are hurt.
They seem to like to hurt me when I am hurt.
But I am content.
No problems in my eyes.
But yet they seem to only see destruction. And seem it fit to toss me at their problems.
I am a tool. To be used when needed.
To be thrown about when you are in pain.
To be used when ever you need it.
And yet I am happy.
Because who else would you use?
It brings me joy to see you no matter how you are mad, sad, joy. It's all the same to me, I am here to be used when needed.
Thank you for reading, but hear my heeding that tools can only take so much wear before you must ment them. And some need more mending than others right now.
