Depressed Poems and Quotes♥♥

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I knew a girl who liked to draw. She drew pictures that nobody saw. She was most artistic at night, in her bathroom, out of sight. She didn't tell a soul and her art gallery grew. Her drawings were different, no pencil or pen, but needed a band-aid now and then. We stood by the river, under the stars. She pulled up her sleeve and showed me her scars. She was embarrassed and looked at her shoes. I pulled up my sleeves and said "I draw too."