I sit here in this room <br />wanting to feel the blood run down my arms <br />The warmth of it <br />causes the one pain to stop and another to begin <br />I can handle the new pain <br />but the other I can’t <br />The tears fall down my cheek <br />to mingle with my blood <br />At least the tears can handle the pain <br />unlike me <br />the coward will always die <br />but I want that death <br />The death of a coward <br />oh, how sweet that would be <br />The blood runs down my arms <br />as I commit a coward’s suicide<br /><br />Stacey Gibbs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coward-s-suicide/
