Vessel of Emptiness

I am just a vessel

In which men get pleasure

I am just a toy,

For you to use and place back on the shelf.

I am nothing more than a drunken fumble,

A faded memory, or funny anecdote.

The old faithful, that will always be there, still single,

To act as a rebound until someone more suited 

You don't even pretend to care about my feelings,

You fill my mouth so I don't confide in you, or speak out of turn 

I lie there, feeling nothing. Empty and hollow inside. 

If I could lie here, and just waste away into nothingness I would

For I am just a vessel.