I knew a boy who liked to draw..
He drew pictures that nobody saw..
He was most artistic late at night..
Behind the bathroom door, out of sight..
He held a secret that nobody knew..
Told no living soul that his gallery grew..
His drawings were unique no paper nor pen..
But sometimes a bandage like now again..
We stood by a river, right under the stars..
He rolled up his sleeves, he showed me his scars..
He felt embarrassed and looked to his shoe..
I rolled up my sleeve and said "I have drawn too."
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From the perfect book(?) 'Maybe I'm Insane' by @kaylerrrNicole
