Teddy Bear

We used to be together everyday.

You held me so tight when you slept at night.

But with time, you got bored with me.

You buried me into the toy graveyard known as the closet.

I know I'm not as appealing as I used to me.
My fur is scratchy, my right eye has faded away
but you know that I'll always be here.
I don't have a choice.

I was made to comfort. 

My whole purpose now is wishing sadness upon you.

A day when you need to visit your childhood.

When I can feel your arms wrapped around me again.