I knew a boy who liked to draw,
He drew pictures that nobody saw.
He was most artistic last at night,
In the bathroom, out of sight.
He kept a secret no one knew,
He didn't tell a soul, and his gallery grew.
His drawings were different, no paper, or pens,
But he need a bandage now and again.
We stood by the river, under the stars,
He rolled up his sleeves, and showed me his scars.
He felt embarrassed, and looked down at his shoe,
The I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too."
- Anonymous
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Quotes and Poems On Depression and SelfHarm
PoesieQuotes, Poems, Poetry, Short Stories, Songs, about Depression/Suicide/SelfHarm. Some might not be about depression, suicide, ect.... but I might just be proud of something I write and want you all to read it. Highest Rank #67 In Poetry :0
