Eventually

Humans

Humans are like pencils. We might smudge and we try to erase out mistakes, but they never fully go away. We may bend a little, but bend us too much and we'll snap. You may get lost along the way and end up on some random floor in your high school, or maybe in the middle of the highway, but soon enough we will be found by someone who really needs us. We break when we are needed the most, but can always be sharpened again. With that sharpening our lives become shorter and shorter and after a while only a tiny fragment of us remains. Make your life count, it's short. Make them remember you.