On some days when I'm in group therapy and feeling down.
Disconnected from the world and in silence, I will start to draw. My way of coping with my injured soul.
I draw in sadness and have a lot on my mind.
After I draw and go home...that's when tears fall down my face and I...
Life would definitely suck if I wasn't able to draw. I can't sing worth a **** and have failed miserably at any attempt to play an instrument, but I can draw, damnit it! And as long as I have what meager drawing abilities God gave me, I'll be a content, sane individual.