She Never Holds Me Anymore

She never holds me anymore. I've been put aside like so many other things in her life. She has no need for me anymore. I knew this day would come. They all said it would. I can't fight this burning feeling of jealousy in my chest. It's weird you can be loved so much one day and ignored the next. I live in a box now with some of the other toys. I know she wouldn't throw us out, but in a way I wish she would so I didn't have to hear her voice from time to time when she passes out in the hallway. A few weeks ago she came in looking for something. I know it was silly, but somehow I was hoping she would take me out of this dark prison. I wonder what her room looks like now. Sometimes I hear a boy's voice I don't recognise in the hallway. I wonder if she takes him to her room. The teddy bears are probably replaced with pillows now. It's the way of life. We all learn this when we are made. It just doesn't stop it from hurting. Some of the other toys shut down. They go into a kind of hibernation. I can't make myself do that. I live for the days I hear her laughter in the hallway or the sound of her quick steps on the staircase, always taking two steps in one at the top. I just miss her. And I guess I can't let go.