Trash Can Boy

Does it hurt to think that I don't feel?
When I show I feel everything..
empty and disregarded, your toxic toy addict.

Thrown in the corner, just an old play thing
you wont play with me, my expiration is over.

I will fade and disappear
I'm just the trash can boy
Same story, always the same story.

Once upon a time you acted like a child
at the store so happy with starry eyes
so badly did you want
to take me home.

Now I gather dust
mold and rust
broken and contorted
like the baby aborted

when i wasn't convenient 
and the stress was too great
the truth of a hearts stalemate

even love can lose against time.
when the tears come again
you will just dream
as I tear myself apart
my nightly routine.

just a trash can boy.
pay no attention.
maybe eventually
I will just die.