When they ask about you,
I will tell them
You are a page I scratched out in pen
Then tried to erase
My tears wet the ink
And now you are stained onto my hands
Sometimes I forget you are there
And I ruin a pair of jeans
By wiping my palms on them
They tell me to try soap and hot water
But they don't realize that I have tried
I have tried everything
But still, you are here.
