self harm / depression quotes and poems

i know a boy

I knew a boy who liked to draw,

He drew pictures that no body saw,

He was most artistic late at night,

In the bathroom late at night,

He kept a secret no one knew,

He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew,

His drawings were different,

No paper or pen,

But he needed a band aid now and again,

We stood by the river under the stars,

He rolled up his sleeve and showed me his scars,

He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoes,

Then I rolled up my sleeve and whispered,

“I draw too.”