I am a sketch book 

She sees the mistakes she flips the page she looks at me dull 

I feel the potential gone I feel so empty 

I feel so alone not used not full 

She looks so disappointed, she doesn't know what to do

She and I, a sketch book with a block, a block of inspiration. 

I am an eraser 

She uses me for all the mistakes she does

I feel misused I feel so gone 

I feel so abused and so overused

She looks so tired, she doesn't know what to do

She and I, an eraser with a block, a block of inspiration. 

I am the she 

I draw with no flow

I feel so low I feel so uninspired 

I feel so shallow that I cannot regrow

I draw with no mind I don't know what to draw 

eraser, sketch book and I with a block, a block inspiration.