She was the girl that loved to draw at night
All her drawings were out of sight
She was most artistic at night in the bathroom
The more she drew, the less space she had, it was going to run out very soon
She kept a secret that no one knew
Not telling anyone, her work grew
Her drawings were like no other, no paper or pen
Shes been drawing since she was ten
Before her friend can leave, he asked if she was ok
That's when she broke down and told him to stay
They sat on the bridge watching the passing cars
She rolled up her sleeves and showed him her scars
regretting her decision, crying not knowing what to say or do
Then he rolled up his sleeves and whispered "Its ok..I draw too"