a potato

I knew a boy who liked to draw - not one of my poems

i once knew a boy who liked to draw

he drew pictures that nobody saw

he was most artistic late at night

in the 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 paper or pens

but he needed a bandage now and again

we stood by the river under the stars

he rolled up his sleeve and showed me his scars

he felt embarrassed and looked at his shoes

Then i rolled up my sleeves and whispered, "i draw too"

Comments3

  • Candlewitch

    WOW!

    used to draw, too.

    *hugs, Cat

    • a potato

      I am sorry you felt the need to draw. I hope you are happier now!

      • Candlewitch

        I'm much happier now, but still have the scars, all of them faded. thanks for your well wishes :)

        *hugs, Cat

      • sjc513

        This was deep I loved it good job 👍

        • a potato

          Thank you but this is not one of my poems!

        • yellowrose

          great poem! self harm.... it makes us feel guilty and fills us with shame.. you worded this so very well..

          • a potato

            It does make us feel guilty yes. Thank you but this is not one of my poems!



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