An Angels Tragedy

Inside; Outside

I once knew this boy.
He was artistic and vulnerable, he drew pretty pictures meant for only his gorgeous eyes
The drawing were not your typical sketches
No pencil or pen
No paper or canvas
Only thing needed was long sleeves and a first aid kit for the finish touch
One day, we stood by the river, watching the stars burn through the dark
He was ashamed, he rolled his sleeves up his pale arms
As I watch his scars stain his skin he looked to his shoes
Then I rolled up my sleeves and said
"I draw too."