How Could You Let Me Go

I may seem to be so unimportant. I've felt several times that you are so confuse where to leave me. You even asked yourself, "Should I keep you?". There were moments when I was silent because you even forgot to remember me on Tuesdays.

It wasn't my choice if I went so rotten or fly around with the naughty wind? You left me, maybe not here but somewhere. And I am so disappointed that it has to be this messy.

One time, I was a protector of your M&M's but you, you were over me, ripped me and you just let me go, fly with the wind. I was flying, until I hit the ground. I was stepped on, and those angry eyes of that Grandma stared at me angrily.

It was your fault that I became so disgusting in the eyes of the good people. You should have thrown me with Cheetos last Tuesday. You should know where I belong in the first place. It was you who chose me. And you should know how irritating to see me surprising you everywhere.

A Piece That's Torn.