If objects had a voice, what would they say?
"I'll be your friend, don't send me away;
I'll keep your secret,
No need to regret;
I'll listen to you patiently,
Will hide your tears in me, constantly;
I am your pillow,
Whenever you feel low;
You shed your tears on me,
Like a pouring rain, into the sea;
When you miss somebody,
You hug me;
When you are angry,
You punch me;
I bear all your mood swings,
Laughter and cries are forgotten things;
I will be there in your highs and lows,
I know your secrets, which nobody knows."

If objects had a voice,
My pillow, I would prioritize.