just sumthing 2 make u think
#I'm Just A Teddy Bear#
Written by Kate
I sit at home all day and I can't move. I look around, everything is dim and quiet and I'm thrown to the side of my owner's bed. I sit and listen to all the sounds of the room, I'm so lonely I wish someone will love me.
Footsteps. I hear my owner coming. My dark eyes that used to be a soft color of blue shine once again in hopes of seeing my owner. I see a hand reach down and he picks me up, I'm dangling in the air and I wait for him to hug me. I look at him, he's crying and he's squeezing me harder than he's supposed to. Is it because of me? I'm no longer a cute soft teddy bear, I'm just a mutated toy with matted fur and worn away eyes.
He hugs me. If only I could hug him back and let him know I love him. Suddenly he grabs hold of my ear, he rips it off out of his frustration and starts squeezing me harder. I can see the tears in his eyes, I want to help him so very badly. I look at my teddy ear he just ripped out, and I can feel the stuffing start to come out the side of my head. I still love him. He grabs me by the legs, he starts hitting me against the wall and starts swearing. He tells me about his problems, his life, the way everything is so hard to go on. I feel more stuffing fall out, and I can't close my eyes or move. I let him take his anger out on me. I love my owner.
Again he drops me to the side of his bed, and I land in a mess. I want to be hugged again. I want to let him know everything will be alright. Why won't he love me? Why does he always try to rip me apart instead of being gentle?
I look over the side of the bed and I watch him.
If only I had some life in me to let him know that he's loved. I can hear him cry more, and I listen intently and patiently wait for him to pick me up again. My sewn on smile that used to be an embroidery of fine thread has faded, but my smile still remains. My rough pink nose picks up a scent of blood, as I watch my owner cut his wrists up savagely.
Doesn't he know that I'm waiting for him to hug me, and that I love him?
He turns around and he picks me up once more, he strokes me and I can feel the warm blood seep into my matted fur along with his tears. He holds my paw and he tells me of his childhood life, of all the good memories he's had. My eyes sparkle again. My owner slowly lays down, with me on his chest and closes his eyes. I watch him, I wonder why he isn't breathing. The blood from his wrists pour out like a sink faucet. I try so hard to move, to cover up the deep wound and let it soak into me instead of all over the place.
His hand is on my head, giving gentle pats.
"Good bye, life," he finally says, with his eyes still closed. I look at his tears drying up, his voice fading, and I feel like I've just been torn away from life.
I sit here in the silence once more, full of blood and shredded parts. I'm just a teddy bear.
such an amazing story, dont we all feel like were the teddy bear at times? just gotta keep ur head up..well ive got a project 2 do. so im out
<3Chelc
If I could live but as one of your tears- to be born of your eyes to live on your cheeks and die on your lips. -anonymous