Alone.
It's as if you were a 6 year old's toy,
but now he's 12 and too grown up for you.
But instead of just throwing you away,
his mom thinks of you merely has a memory,
too good to throw away.
Alone.
That's what it's like,
to spend the rest of your toy life underneath a bed,
where the 12 year old,
who's now 16,
will throw all of his trash when he's too lazy to clean.
Alone.
This boy that you gave your life to,
has left.
He grew up and went god knows where.
But no one remembers how you were simply,
left under the bed.
An analogy