Eraser

This is a poem about self injury.

I draw pretty pictures
pictures of things no one can explain
all alone
these pictures say what I can't
I want you here beside me
I close my eyes and keep drawing
on this beautiful canvas
each line telling history

I open my eyes
what a beautiful
red river
I see
I pick up my pen
and draw more
eyes shining with tears
I can't explain
alone again

If only history didn't
repeat itself
if only this wasn't every day
if this wasn't my life...
if I could go back with
an eraser
and erase all the drawings
how different I would be