Drawing Poem by Clea NotCurrentlyApplicable

My friend is an artist, he draws pictures with meaning.
The pictures he draws are pictures of his feelings
He was encouraged by others, others around him.
They gave him ideas with their words, and these words will drown him
His pen is a blade, his paper is his wrist.
The words are words of hate, his pictures have a twist.
Although it maybe isn't clear, clear to any of you
What I'm telling you now, is the complete and utter truth.
His art takes 2 people, the bully and the victim.
He thought the art was good, but It had really just tricked him.
The bully wanted this, he wanted there to be art.
But my friend was too kind, and he gave away his heart.
You might not think this is true, you might not think this is real
But the thing is- this is really how many people feel!
So next time you comment, Or make a sly remark.
Think about what you're doing because To them it's not a lark.
It's many peoples lives, would you like it to be yours?
How would you feel if you felt the need to draw?