On the chair she stoop,
At the back of the room,
Out of her bag
The compass went
Onto her wrist.
No one cared.
No one noticed.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch.
No one cared.
No one noticed.
A other scratch, a other name
One more cut,
Just one more
And she'll stop
She never did,
She never could,
No one cared
No one noticed
My poem, don't copy.
Its kinda crappy, my first poem here