Random Poems That May be Depressing

Sixteenth Poem- In Return

In return

I know many people

And once upon a time I knew someone who drew

Who loved letting the paint trickle

And making faded paintings new

Their passion for art grew

If you ask why then they will say

They had no clue

And just go to hide away

The thing is that they were very shy

In fact they sometimes could not say a simple good bye

But I still understand them

Because at least they always give an attempt

It's a shame nobody else had seen it

As their artworks grew bit by bit

People would have been shocked if they had

But for some reason the drawer seemed glad

They drew the most at night

In their bedroom where they were out of sight

Hiding away all those paintings

But I was told that the urge to show someone was very tempting

Their drawings are very different

They did not need paint or paper or even a pen

They got their ideas from their past experiences and their environment

One thing I hadn't known was that they loved painting the same thing again and again

Occasionally a bandage was needed during school

No one could see their paintings after all

But that all changed when they began to skip school

Which made many students, parents and teachers appalled

It annoyed me at times too

Since when did they begin to care?

They have no idea what's going on, they have no clue

All they do is say they're disappointed and glare

And on their birthday we got together

Just the two of us alone

They told me they're scared that they will draw forever

And how I acted as if I had always known

Then they took of their hoodie and showed me the scars

Some were just lines while some looked like stars

Some were light and others were real deep

I am now desperately hoping that I wasn't staring like a creep

And then it was my turn

I pulled of my shirt and showed them my scars

I was too embarrassed so I looked at my gucci shoes

While softly saying that I drew too 

My stomach was covered with one large dark burn

And my back had just visible scars

We both were broken

We both were forgotten

But that to me, really doesn't matter

Cause I got love and understanding in return

By DEVILSANGEL7

I just realised that I had thought I write poems in 10 minutes or 20 but realised I usually take half an hour when I am tired or if the poem is long.....is that normal? Anywaaaays I just want to say thank you to a friend who finally decided to follow me and to everybody else who has read this or is reading this. It means a lot to me! So......THANK U SO MUCH U ARE SO KIND AND AMAZING AND I APPRECIATE IT ALOT AND ALTHOUGH THIS BOOK(?) IS NOT GOOD LIKE OTHERS YOU HAVE STILL BOTHERED TO READ IT.