I Draw Too.

I once knew a boy

Who liked to draw

Beautiful pictures

That nobody saw

He drew by himself

Alone at night

Locked in his bedroom

Out of sight

The pictures where strange

They came with a twist

His pen was a razor

His canvas, his wrist

We lay out at night

Watching the stars

When he lifted his sleeve

And showed me his scars

I wasn't shocked

I knew what to do

So I lifted my sleeve

And said "I draw too."

-n.m.

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