to you, i'm just a tool
left in a pocket for hours on end during work
often regarded highly when i act as speedy courier
mishandling of me is commonplace, and lead to
the complete annihilation of my face
it's full of blemishes and cracks, forever marred by neglect
your lugubrious expression, however, warms me
because you had tried your best to repair me
and though i cut your fingers and prevent you from speech,
you continue on anyways, never leaving my side, you leech
keep going on with life, eventually you will replace me
i'll be left with the others in your drawer, gutted of my organs
of my soul, my existence, my life,
when your touch refuses to rouse my affection
the others had slighted you, their affronts too much
i hope you do not abandon me, please, i've served you for years
use me till i die, or until i cry no more tears