I once knew a boy
Who liked to draw
Beautiful pictures
That nobody saw
He drew by himself
Alone at night
Locked in his bedroom
Out of sight
The pictures were strange
They came with a twist
His pen was a razor
His canvas, a wrist
We lay out the night
Watching the stars
When he lifted his sleeve
And showed me his scars
I wasn't shocked
I knew what to do
So I rolled up my sleeve
And said "I draw too"
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Just take a moment to realize and look at this picture. I cry every time. I can relate to this picture and I know it's bad that I can. But promise me this you won't tell anyone else. Because you guys are the only ones who know.😔😔
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5 SOS imagines (Taking requests)
RandomRandom 5 SOS imagines. These aren't mine (some are) I can do requests for imagines if you ask just dm me or comment on one of my chapters. And I will try my best to fulfill your wish
