There’s Your Fucking Plan

Content warning! Contains themes of suicide.

There’s Your Fucking Plan

The next time I walk in here

I'll breathe in the hospital air

I'll head to the center of the room

Get started on what I've planned to do

Jacket drops onto the floor

Make it hard for people to ignore

Then reveal my hidden blades

And bury them deeply in my veins

The blood will spray so gorgeously

Coloring your walls, what a lovely scene

I'll spin around, put on a show

The screams, throughout the halls, will flow

And when they finally get to me

Maybe then, they'll finally see

While I didn't have a plan 

They sowed this seed in my brain