Rusty old me

As I'm gently turned and pushed,
I creak, and moan as they brush past me.
My old creaky metal sighing of tirdness,
my old age, was too old for this.

My once shiny skin used to be my pride and joy,
But with years of neglect the rust is starting to consume me.
And as generations use me, I watch and help, but remain so bored.
I can't love, or hate or even die.
I'm just used and abused, until finally I'm sure I will be throw into the trash.
Everyone has forgotten about me,
I'm only a rusty doorknob, nothing more.

What I would give to feel the fresh air upon me,
to be noticed.
To have an experience apart from that of slowly become too usless
for even the door.

Let me be able to die, or to see.
I'm fed up of being alone in this world,
all alone.
Forever alone...

My once shiny skin used to be my pride and joy,
But with years of neglect the rust is starting to consume me.
And as generations use me, I watch and help, but remain so bored.

Please help try to kill me...