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

Stacey Gibbs

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coward-s-suicide/