The Life Of A Pen

I'm made in a factory;

And filled with ink, its mandatory.

Then, I'm sent to a shop;

Where many children sob (for a candy!).

Then a girl takes me home;

Which is situated in Rome.

She uses me for writing her thoughts;

She writes in particular time slots.

I'm loving my life with her;

But one day I go blur.

Then, I know I am going to die;

So, I start to cry;

And when she sees me cry;

She throws me away to dry.