Sad poems to make you cry

Cut #1

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, his gallery grew,
His drawings were different,
No paper and pen,
But needed a bandage every 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 at his shoes,
So I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too".