Cilli🕊 .

I once knew a boy
 who liked to draw
Beautiful pictures 
that Nobody saw
He draw by himself
 alone at night 
Locked  in his bedroom
 out of sight
The pictures were strange
 they came with a twist
His pen was razor 
his canvas his wrist
We lay out at night 
 watching the stars
When we lifted his sleeve 
and showed me his scars 
I was shocked I knew what to do
So I lifted my sleeve
 and said "I draw too"