What am I?

What am I? 

Only the mug that holds your coffee

You want what's inside

 Not me alone 

What am I? 

Only the shelf which holds all your favorite books 

You never try to read me

Only what's inside 

What am I? 

Only the stand on which your Christmas tree sits 

You never desire to decorate me

Only what I hold 

What am I? 

Only the paper which hides your present 

You rip me up 

Only to get what you want 

What am I? 

Only the white spaces between lines and notes 

Never have you tried to play me 

I am only blank to you 

What am I? 

Only the spaces in between heart beats 

The spaces in which I am dead 

You only hear my life 

What am I? 

I am unappreciated 

I am unread 

I am unnoticed 

I am ripped apart 

I am unplayed 

I am dead