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.
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 shoe,
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered:
"It's okay I draw too"
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Quotes/Poems about selfharm, suicide and depression (Finished)
Poetry"It's hard to keep a secret when it's all over your body". Just a quote book about selfharm, suicide and depression. Trust me guys it's hard i am dealing with this shit to, and i am here if you want to talk!
