There was this boy I knew.
He was a abnormal boy not like the rest at our school. He would get teased for things he couldn't help but feel. So he drew. His drawings then grew from short strokes of suggestions to long breathtaking pieces. One day it was worst he had did something that was not meant to see. He looked at someone he felt was right he made a move only to be put down deeper into a pit of black. He then went home searched for his drawing tool and made a master piece. His piece landed him in the hospital. The boy I knew was secretly like me. I went to go see him in the hospital. He asked me could he show me a secret I said "sure". He rolled up his sleeve to show me his art. He told his brush was razor he had bought. The paint was always red . His canvas was never blank he would overlap drawings over drawings. He then looked away from me. So I rolled up my sleeve and said
"Look im an artist too."
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Will I be missed
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Majority of these poems include -suicide -self harm -eating disorders - self loathing -mental disorders This is basically a few chapters of poems that have made me cry or poems I like and admire. I do not own these poems unless I h...
