People are so artistic but some more than others
They need pen and paper
We dont
They show everybody but we dont
They aren't ashamed of it, but we are
We're afraid people will leave if they see our drawings
Our gallery seems to get bigger just as the days go by
Our drawings bleed not like other drawings
They will never know, right?
They won't care, right?
They'll leave me if they find out about them, right?
YOU ARE READING
Suicidal
PoetryThis is just a little suicidal book by an old survival of depression