Disassembly of a Bin- The Tissue

The Tissue

I look deep down,
Into your soul,
Digging furiously,
Like a hungry mole,

Then I find it,
At the bottom,
A screwed up tissue,
Everyone's forgotten,

What was your story?
What did you do?
What was your purpose,
Why were you used?

Was your job,
To wipe away tears,
Blow a nose,
Or collect one's fears,

In my hand,
I hold you tight,
I cannot feel you,
You are so light

Tears of happiness,
Tears of pain,
With you these,
Feelings still remain,

You don't know why,
You don't know where,
So never will,
Those thought's be shared,

So go back home,
To the bottom,
And be a tissue,
Everyone's forgotten.