I draw too

I once knew a boy
Who liked to draw
Beautiful pictures
Which nobody saw
He drew by himself
Alone at night
Locked in his bedroom
Out of sight
The pictures were strange
They came with a twist
His pen a razor
His canvas, a wrist
We lay out at night
Watching the stars
When he lifted his sleeve
And showed me his scars
I wasn't shocked
I knew what to do
So I rolled up my sleeve
and said 'I draw too'

*Warning: might trigger something for some people*
Disclaimer: Please do not steal, its all my idea/my plot