depression · fantasy

Don’t drop me

For so long I have been used

Forever carried

Forever drank from

Forever eaten from

From one place

To the next

Never really thought about

Sure there have been chips

But I have lasted

If you really look after me

I could last for another generation

But if you don’t take care

Just for a moment

I could fall

And break

And yes

Maybe I could be glued

Back together

To be used again

But unfortunately

I’ll never be the same