There was a girl
Who sat in front of me
In my math and english classes
She didn't talk much
And didn't smile much
I asked her why she always wore
Such long sleeved clothing
And she'd only reply
That she's always so cold
But the look in her eyes
Her deep blue eyes
Like two pools of tears
Told me otherwise
There was a certain despondency
That her two irises held
And a melancholy tone
That her voice retained
And it wasn't until one day
When her sweater caught
On the chipping metal of the desk
That I saw the lines
She had drawn into her own skin
The red marks of despair
That covered her porcelain skin
Like red paint scratched
Onto a white canvas
Yet I said nothing
And I did nothing to help her
The girl who sat in front of me
In my math and english classes
Stopped coming to school eventually
And over the static
Of our school announcements
They regrettably informed us
Of the news of that girl
That girl who sat in front of me
With the scars on her porcelain skin
Was now a lifeless doll
That the mortician would soon dress up
In elegant clothes and make up
That will make her appear as though
She were only sleeping
Sometimes I feel regret
For not opening my mouth
And saying something
About those scars on her arms
And now the chair in front of me
In my math and english classes
Seems so empty
And the days when it fogs
Clouding my vision and thoughts
And time seems to slow
Are the days her empty seat taunts me
As if she herself were haunting me
With her melancholy tone
And pair of deep blue eyes
Like two pools of tears
And the days when it rains
Creating a soft pattern
And time seems to slow
Are the days I feel most regret
For not helping that girl
Who suffered alone internally
With those scars on her arms
Like red paint scratched
Onto a white canvas
