I knew a boy who liked to draw
He drew pictures nobody saw
He was more 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 needed a bandage now and then
We stood by the river under the stars
He rolled up his sleeves, and showed me his scars
He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoe
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered, "I draw, too."
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I just wanted to say that boys harm, too. I know a boy who did. And I would also like to mention VictoriaKot; she had written this on her story, and I kinda sorta took it.
YOU ARE READING
They will be discovered
PoesieHarming isn't childish it isn't a phase it is real life And if someone doesn't realize that well, joke's on them because unless someone realizes that people do harm for a real reason it will just keep happening I want to be that person who realizes...