I wish we could write life in pencil
maybe my life is the white board of life
Can I please at least be a chalk board
maybe they don't erase the things that rub off on them perfectly
but at least they get to rub something off
I am more like a tar pit of a life
Where the things that touch my life will forever stick to me
You see the monsters that have come and died, leaving their remnants here to rot
Why Can't I Etch a Sketch myself a new beginning
I was sick two weeks ago; went to this terrible place of pins and hell
Then I realized the pain in my body
was nothing compared to the pain in my soul
I wished for the pain to come and eat my body whole
Today I feel that pain again, maybe this time it comes forever
then my soul can be put to rest
and Etch A Sketch itself into a different reality