*Disclaimer*
this poem is NOT mine, but it hit so close to home and i love it, so i felt the need to include it. all credit goes to nicole mann!
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
they came with a twist
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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my poems/rant book
Randomthis is just a little book of my poems and rants etc. i really want to share these and no better way then here. so, enjoy<3 ⚠️TW⚠️ self-harm talk of suicide toxic relationships possible tears if you would like to rant, pm me.<3
