Suicide Pleasure Poem by vern eaker

Death by one considered such a pity
Occurs alone, in a large city

To end some undying pain
Calming rest can be the gain

All those that claim to care
Will understand the letter there

How the end of the road far away
Can now be reached early today

No more required assistance in need
Unscheduled healthcare or time to feed

I can only leave blessings and thanks
Oh and money back on oxygen tanks

I think some will gather to show sympathy
I will be there to share empathy