Who ran away

A cut to the hand,

The blood begins to flow,

Slowly slowly the life drains,

Light fade away,

A trail of red water begins to flow,

As you lay dying,

The memories will begins to flash,

Your suffering according to you end,

But it is just the beginning,

With end of drop of blood,

You may find yourself fade away,

But that would just begin the pain,

Your love ones would never believe  that you went away,

Your parents would suffer night and day,

Tears would just flow and flow,

Others may follow your suit to escape life,

At the end you were such a coward to run away,

To throw away what was most precious,

For other fear to lose it,

You just throw it away,

You never completed your run,

Didn't realise life was beautiful in the end,

You lost yourself,

And for what now remains a souless body in a red river,

Who ran away. . . .