I, the Lonely Toy

You'd never be here, you told me yourself,
So why did I think I could wait?
For now I feel that I'm back on the shelf,
Gently set down here by fate.

I the toy, forlorn and tattered,
Cracked and covered with dust,
Something that once, long ago mattered,
I'm slowly encased with rust.

Will you ever find me again?
Wipe off the dust and dirt?
And if I let you will it be a sin?
Should your feelings be what I avert?

Forever it seems I've been on this shelf,
Drowning in puddles of tears,
"Frantic and stressed" you said so yourself,
Its okay, I'll die here some more years.

For the dust is fogging my memory,
Of how I used to exist,
Of colors I used to be able to see,
Of what it's like to be missed.

I wanted to hurt you and bring you pain,
I was bitter in every way,
But now that I'm a bit more sane,
My old feelings I daily betray.

I don't care that you're why I cry,
And the reason I'm sleepless at night,
I just want you happy, I sigh,
I want it with all of my might.

But what do you care? You're shiny and new,
Your brilliance invades every life,
Although you're tender, caring, and true,
You're the author of this old toy's strife.

For I am the toy they dont care about,
My opinions they disregard,
Ancient dust muffles my shout,
Forever I'm brutally scarred.

Maybe one day you will realize,
How you pushed me back to this hell,
But by then I'll not hear your cries,
This toy will have died in its shell.