I knew a boy who liked to draw.
He drew pictures nobody saw.
He was most artistic late at night.
In the bathroom out of sight,
He kept a secret no one knew.
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew.
His drawings were different, no paper or pen.
But he needed a bandage now and again.
We stood by the river under the stars,
He rolled up his sleeve and showed me his scars.
He felt embarrassed and looked at his shoes,
Then I rolled up my sleeve and whispered "I draw too"
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Randomok so this is a book filled with quotes alot of these quotes are to do with selfharm, depression and suicide. I understand that this book may be triggering for some people, if you are one of these people please do not read this book. I also understa...
