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
his pen was a razor
his canvas, his wrist
we lay out at 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 lifted my sleeve
and said, " I draw too"
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The Silent
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way. *Please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions in the comments, thx...
