Depression Quotes And Poems

#26

I knew a girl who liked to draw. 
She drew pictures that nobody saw. 
She was most artistic late at night, 
In the bathroom out of sight. 
She kept a secret no one knew, 
She didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew. 
Her drawing were different, no paper or pen, 
But needed a bandage now and then. 
We stood by a river under the stars, 
She rolled up her sleeves and showed me her scars. 
She felt embarrassed and looked down at her shoe. 
I rolled up my sleeves and said "I draw too."