Blood running down my arms <br />Taking every ounce of pain out of me <br />It feels like nothing of a mad man <br />Crying to die hoping to be killed by some one else <br />Who has no feelings? <br />Stopping at the raft of his own tears <br />Asking him what comes next <br />Feeling who he is <br />The tiring of madness, and a sadness man <br />Combined feeling soaside and crying the dark <br />With a gun to his dead <br />Saying I’m sorry what I have done <br />Dropping the gun to live another day<br /><br />nicholas leisure<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-who-i-use-to-know/
