I've been there to remove
And clear all of your tears.
I've been bought,
Just to be used.

You need me,
Occasionally.
But then you just
Toss me away.

I allow you to lean on my shoulder
To soak my clothes and tears
With your
Snot and tears.

That's all I've been to you,
To be used
And thrown away.

You'd rather spill your heart out
And walk away,
Without a friendship
Or even a conversation.
  
You barely care
About how I feel...

Oh well,
I'm just a tissue
After all.