kissedby-suicide
  • I knew a girl who liked to draw,
  • She drew pictures that nobody saw,
  • She was most artistic late at night,
  • In the bathroom, out of sight,
  • She kept a secret no one knew,
  • She didn't tell a soul and her gallery's grew,
  • Her drawings were different, no paper or pen,
  • But needed a bandage now and again,
  • They stood by the river under stars,
  • She rolled up her sleaves and showed him her scars
  • She felt embarrassed and looked down at her shoe,
  • Then he rolled up his sleeves and whispered, "I draw too."