Berty

Lying here, staring at that cold white ceiling
A sea of brown around me
My head lying on the pillow, weightless
I have a name and a face, but I’m not alive
I do not breathe or grow, or speak or move
I just lie, stuck inanimately, lying discarded
On my masters bed

Do I have a soul, do I have a heart?
I think I am just stuffing, full of cloud
I’ve been fixed twice, but why?
I’m not worth saving, I’m not worth anything
She leaves me alone every day
I don’t cry or make a sound, just lie here
With a crudely drawn smile

Others they have come and gone
Some shared her with me, others never made it
They were not special enough.
I am special, I am loved.
I will be her only one, forever.
I’m there when she cries to dry her tears
There to watch her while she sleeps

They’ll never understand what she means to me
Because I cannot feel emotions
Let alone describe them.
I watched her hurt herself, biting her skin
I watched that boy break her pretty heart
I watched the mistakes she made
I wish I could protect her, but I can’t move or wish

When she smiles, it feels
Like I’m smiling, just a little bit more
When she’s happy I dance with her
Do back flips across the sky
Although I am inanimate, I am her greatest friend
Known her since she was born, shared every second
And always will do, until one of us dies.