Plan of Action

I'll silence my cries with my silky-smooth knife,
In hopes that the blood will bring out my strife.
Because, without you, I can only wonder
For hours about my horrible blunder.
I lie on my back with tears in my eye,
Until they're all gone and I'm left to dry.
My body is limp without the matter to live,
Because you were the matter!  I have no more to give.
Please leave me be!  Dare not read a word.
You can't feel this guilt! It would be absurd.
For I take all the blame upon my shoulders deformed,
And to your desires I will have conformed.
I'll leave you alone, in hopes you'll be happy,
And try to refrain from being too sappy.
But when I see your limp hand with nails shortly cut,
My mind is a maze!  I'll be stuck in this rut.
Because I thought it was mine - your hand to hold,
But now I can't; mine's white and stone cold.
Fret not about me!  You've made your decision,
And, because of this, do not make a revision!
Stay quiet tonight, high up in your bed.
While alone on a dark road I'll angrily tread.
Sad poetry I'll write in crimson-red blood
Drawn slowly from my thigh in the rain and the mud.
But please ignore all the hems and the haws.
These sad words are actually, to my heart, sturdy gauze.
I'll carve the depression with the knife from my chest,
In hopes that, quite soon, I can lay to my rest.
Grieve not when I'm gone, please baby I ask,
For you've made your decision.  And I'll commit to my final task.