Too Much Of A Coward

I’m too much of a coward to suicide, 

Sore neck, sore gut, sore wrist, choking, suffocating, no thanks.

It is probably good, because if I was brave

I could be dead.

I have to think about that,

yes, I do, cause that could be,

a thing, yes it could, there

but for the grace of the universe, I go.

And how would that be?

Would anyone be talking about me cowardly?

No, it would be, why did he do it?

Why did we not see it, they’d say.

But what does cowardly look like,

did they ever think it looked like me?

Hiding in plain sight, as they say,

before I went mysteriously away.