Don't you remember? I was there when you cried yourself to sleep at night. I caressed your body when you needed my touch; I could be firm if you needed me to be, or I could be soft and warm. You and I have shared the most intimate moments. I've supported you through thick and thin.
Yet now you've dumped me out in the street alone, thrown over for another that's taken your fancy.
I hope your new mattress is vile. In fact I hope it comes with bedbugs.