I knew a boy that liked to draw
He drew pictures that nobody saw
He was most artistic late at night
In the bathroom out of sight
He kept secrets that nobody knew
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew
His drawings were different
No paper or pen
But he 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 at his shoes
Then I rolled up my sleeves and said "I draw too"
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A poem for death
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