There was a boy, who love to draw
He was an artist above all, but his art was some what paculiar
There was a boy, who loved to draw
his art was made of straight red lines that later turned white
There was a boy, who loved to draw,
yet his art was always hidden under braclets and long sleeved shirts.
There was a boy, who loved to draw,
with tear stained cheeks,and blood stained skin
There was a boy, who loved to draw,
that met this girl, that broke down his wall.
Then one night, as they looked at the stars.
The boy rolled up his sleeves and should her is art.
Some old and white, some new and red, the girl looked in his eyes,
which were filled with dread.
The girl looked away to roll up her sleeves, stared at her tattered skin and whispered
"I draw too."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ writen by lilly shepherd
i would highly apprieciate it if you didn't steal this from me
This poem was deticated to my best friend that selfharms,
