Suicide Poem: Patient 52x365 Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen

In life, each day, a tiny straw
Was added to my back
My legs and spine at first, stayed strong,
But my mind began to crack.
And, oh, so many straws,
Were added to my load
That now my bones and joints
Are twisted, bent, and bowed.
And the tear inside my mind
Is ripped and torn so wide,
That I can neither carry on,
Nor cannot simply hide
I will not burden others,
I have truly done my best
So don't please make me labor on,
For, now, I choose to rest.