• I knew a boy who liked to draw
    He drew pictures no one saw burning_eyes
    He was most Artistic late at night
    In the bathroom out of sight
    He kept it a secret, No one knew
    Didn't tell a soul, and his gallery grew
    His drawings were different
    No paper or pen
    But needed a bandage, Now and then
    We stood by the river
    Under the stars, He rolled up his sleeve
    And showed me his scars
    He was embarrassed and looked down at his shoe..
    I rolled up my sleeve and whispered...
    "I Draw To.." heart