What Am I?

Anonymous

I sit in my home waiting to be used

Waiting to be wanted.

No one knows how I feel,

Being used every day for 8 hours

And then put back up again until tomorrow.

Now don’t even get me started on how I feel when I get lost!

Some people care, some people don’t, but if they do,

then they chase me down until I am found.

If they don’t, then I am stuck on an adventure, traveling with one person to another or ending up on the floor somewhere.

Finally, some types of me can die painfully, while others can be revived.