When was the last time I was lovingly held and gently rocked into a peaceful sleep?

When was the last time I was loved and saw the light of day?

I took the freedom I had for granted,
and now all I have left is memories.
No words can be said when your mouth is sown shut,
no way to escape when you can’t even move.

How can you even feel alive when you can’t feel the beat of your heart?
And how can you mourn for the life you once had when you can’t feel a cold tear flowing down you cheek?

Some would say kill yourself,
with the cold edge of a blade,
greeting the warm welcome,
into heaven.
That’d be nice,
but how can you kill yourself,
when you don’t even know how to die?

Oh well,
I’ve heard story from the ones with mouths about the “Great Release” where you’re sold off to someone who will love you again,
like you once were.

I hope that day comes soon,
so I can be where I belong.

Just know this;
I’m the one you used to love,
I’m the only friend you used to confide in with your deepest secrets.
I’m the stuffed animal,
sitting next to the toys you’ve left to rot in your closet who got to old for you.

I’m to lame to be your friend anymore,
fine.
Then let me be cool to someone else.