Jul 19 2014, 04:47 AM

I knew a boy who liked to draw. He drew pictures nobody saw. He was most artistic late at night in his bathroom out of sight. He kept a secret no one knew, He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew. His drawings were different no pencil or pen, But needed a bandage every now and then. We stood by the river, under the stars, He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars. He looked so embarrassed and looked down at his shoes, then i rolled up my sleeve and said "i draw too"