Poems of Mine

Plans

I made plans
Plans that would catch the eyes
Of prying, vital hands
That would sound all of the alarms
And give me a brand
A brand of death, that is.
I made these plans
Within my head
Whilst everyone stood to stand
Smiling and cheery
I thought they wouldn't understand
That what I thought was concrete
And how it'd look in red.
These plans of mine
Ran through my skull
And kept falling in line
As my day went by
As I too smiled but lied
Saying things like "don't worry,
I'm fine."
And as my day kept going by
These plans kept peeking in
And suddenly I realized
Where I was and what I was doing.
I was holding a knife.
Above my wrist.
Plot twist.
I began to gain back hearing
And hear, I did
As I heard people laughing
In the next room over
Now understanding
What this knife was tasked with.
My plans had been foiled
And my mind was left blank
My thoughts began to coil
And my head began to ache
And another day went by
And another day went by