In too deep -Depression and selfharm

I knew a boy

I knew a boy that liked to draw
He drew pictures that nobody saw
He was most artistic late at night
In the bathroom out of sight
He kept a secret nobody knew
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew
His drawing wet dissent no paper or pen
But needed a bandage now and again
We stood by the river under the stars
He rolled up his leave and showed me his scars
He felt embraces
And looked down and his shoes
Then I rolled up my sleeve and said
"I draw too"