I knew a boy who liked to draw
He drew pictures no body saw
He was more artistic late at night
In the bath room out of sight
He kept secrets nobody 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 the sleeve and showed me his scars
He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoes
The I rolled up my sleeves and said
" I draw too "
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Quotes about depression
PoetryI did not write these these were written by other people so all I the credit goes to them. If you want it read things written by me read changing souls or my other depressing quote book that is on this user.
