At the bottom you lay.
Not broken,
but old.
You've been moved around so many times.
You cannot count the cold hands that have touched you.
But they don't need you.
For those who don't know, You're Junk
For those that do, Understand.
The places you have been,
The passages you have unlocked,
The darkness that has taken over most of your life.
Forever underappreciated  yet still there,
when they need you.
Sometimes they don't understand.
One day they will come back,
They will want to remember the past
They can't unlock their future without it.