I knew a boy who liked to draw,
He drew pictures that nobody saw.
He was most artistic late 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 pen,
But needed 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 are his shoes,
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered, " I draw too"
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Depressing Quotes/Sayings
Random▪▪TRIGGER WARNING▪▪ Quotes, poems, and saying about depression, self harm, and suicide. I don't know how many there is going to be yet but I don't want it to be too short.
