Rough Sketches

As i handle the pencil from i draw I never did make a perfect sketch, i again redraw Never once feel the perfection, i sketch again and again feeling the motion All of my mistakes i made i desperately erase it, Never realizing the sketch i made for it I sketch endlessly as even my paper became beaten up for all of the rough sketches, The paper i always draw shall never end as it let's me sketch it, with my own hand in all of the leeches What more do i have?.. Than my paper and pencil to draw in line As i always have been making rough sketches in this life of mine As i hold this paper of mine my heart became all messed up, Just as i rough sketching everything where i always just give up As the paper i draw with from all of the rough sketches i made I can't see my own sketches anymore As my pencil slowly breaks, i just desperately tried to finish my rough sketches therefore slowly loosing the interest more Just giving up the sketches i never did finished only i can't see the sketch of myself as i am always ashamed