Cold feet at the last moment.
Changing my mind again.
Eraser shavings on the bed.
Pencil growing dull.
Eraser growing small.
More mistakes yet again.
I'm figuring out how this works.

Slight cough for months
Chewing my tongue for hours.
Broken graphite on the pillow.
Pencil losing length.
Eraser growing rough.
More and more mistakes.
I don't really understand.
I wish I was like them
Always fitting in.

Turning away before I crash.
Holding back from break downs.
Eraser shavings on the bed
Voice breaking, tears sliding.
Understanding finally hit me.
It's not about the rhyming.
It's about the words.

-3nwlry