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Isabella 17h
When I think about you
My heart hurts
It hurts for you
It hurts when I think about your pain
The pain you described to me
My heart hurts for you
For your pain
For the pain I wish I could erase
But I cannot erase it
You have to find a way
To see that all will be ok
That the pain is temporary
But still
My heart hurts for you
Kiara Hoxie Apr 16
I am unsteady
Unable to cope with these thoughts
With each new trouble I'm never ready
Unprepared for what life has thrown
Feeling as if I could choke
On these memories I own
I'm not worthy of what is good
But not deserving of the evils
If I could erase the past I would
And still I can't forget what I should
Vivian Feb 24
I am erased,
one I was bold and dark,
standing out of the page,
now I'm faded, erased,

Maybe if you looked hard enough,
you could still see the remains of me,
retrace me with your pencil,
bring life back to me,

But for now I am erased,
faded out,
no one ever reads me anymore,
or see who I am about,

Who erased me?,
it was those words that made me change,
words,
that made me erase,

They said I wasn't worth it,
that I wasn't worth seeing,
and that there tons of new books, people,
that were actually worth reading,

They said my words were in the back,
where no one cared to read,
and that old tree were old trees,
and people only took care of the seeds,

So I erased myself,
and destroyed my scene,
but I let the words be faintly visible,
in cased anyone would retrace me.
Baylee Kaye Feb 19
I erased all the words about him
yes, removed completely from my works
because shame is all I feel when I look back
a guilt so heavy and repressed
so quieted and tucked away
I pledge to myself I must never mention it
and vow to try and rid the wicked from my mind
mistakes I’ve made and made again
sorrows so burdensome that I not even look
that myself, so ignorant and blind
dare toss away a future for a moment
I shudder at my folly
I wonder why I was so blind then
so swept up in a great faux pas
how naive I was! how childlike and gullible
this I must confess
ostra Dec 2018
MY (MILD TO MODERATE DEPRESSION IS ACTING UP AGAIN) PENCIL BROKE

AND MY (ANXIETY NEVER EVEN WENT AWAY) PENCIL WON'T SHARPEN

AND , BY GOD , ALL I ASK FOR IS (ANY IDEA OF WHAT MY FUTURE WOULD HOLD. FOR I CANNOT STAND THIS TEDIOUS WAIT BETWEEN GOOD AND BAD, JOY AND PAIN, I'LL YELL AND I'LL LAUGH AND THEY'LL FEEL THE SAME) A ******* PENCIL WITH LEAD THAT DOESN'T SMASH WHEN I PRESS HARDER THAN A ******* BABY WHEN IT GNAWS ON THE FINGERS OF ITS LARGE BREASTED MOTHER

anger , haha. anger who? my name is blueberry bubblegum and i exist only to chew. nom nom.

:-)
**** **** ****!

don't swear.....the children are listening

they'll hear it eventually

well....the children must grow up someday, i suppose

**** **** ****!

**** **** ****!
Maria Etre Sep 2018
Always
"Permanently delete"

No one ever
wants to
look through
"Trash"

File
"New document"
Marthin Sep 2018
A page of a story that
recorded times of us together,
written only by a pencil
that was beneath your table,
words etched and
woven into sentences,
and intertwined to
create beautiful paragraphs,
beautifully written and
the words so precise,
but such beauty cannot
last anymore, cause
the absence of your shadow
still looms around the
bedroom floor,
the pain you inflicted
on me still burns so brightly,
that even the stars lose
in splendor, I want to
forget and eradicate these
feelings of pure sadness
and this pitiful love,
I reach the eraser that
you left on the right
side of my desk that
you used to sit on,

I caress the paper like
I was saying goodbye,
Gently, the eraser
moved with splendor
and finesse, as it goes up,
down, left and right, the
memories run down
like pieces of rain drops,
fast but quiet, then tears
fall out as I see the words
once so beautiful
be erased and are slowly
disappearing from sight.
Slowly, gently and
carefully I erase these words,
like the way I want to
forget the things
both you and I shared.
Turning this once
magnificent and beautiful
story into mere nothingness,
The memories written
inside me, I want it to
be as empty,
as this blank sheet of paper.
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Rivers reclaim dues,
Floods erased much memories!
“Go with the flow”
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