Suicide Poem: Patient 1 Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen

Suicide Poem: Patient 1



There are needles in my arm
There are hoses down my nose
In my throat, there is a tube
My waste, is bagged outside my side
My mind is numb and drugged,
But I'm inside here begging,
Hurry up, take all my cash,
So I can start unplugging!

Thursday, July 28, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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