Poetry for who needs it

Was it worth?

You made me feel like a useless toy,
after a child grows up,
no one will use me again.

I feel like bleeding bandages,
once you use me,
there is nothing else you can do with me.

I feel like a used napkin,
after cleaning your hands,
you won't need me anymore.

I feel like a heart that doesn't beat anymore,
lifeless, useless, worthless,
you don't need me anymore.

The point is,
you used me for as long as you could
but once i was in pieces
you didn't need me anymore,
you just threw me away
as if i was a stranger passing by.

The question is,
was it worth to feel loved for a while
to then find myself being in pieces?