“I am just a decorative piece,
In your well furnished room,
My presence holds no important to you,
You can so very easily ignore,
Not even bother to know,
How much it hurts me to the core..
Don’t you even think,
How it hurts when you don’t talk ,
How it hurts when you don’t even ask, what I want and how I feel?
I can also treat you the same,
But something within me stops..”