She likes to draw
She draws and hides the drawings
She is afraid of people seeing the drawings
Once they see them
There perspective changes
They used to be mean to her
But they saw the drawings she drew
Now the feel guilt
But she still draws
The drawings heal but the scars remain
And then she draws again
The brush she uses is sharp
The paint is a dark shade of red
And the canvas is her
YOU ARE READING
Depression words
Poetrywelcome to my mind, the thing I actually never really showed all of because it's to sad
