Forest of suicide

I glared across the room
A razor shining on a cluttered desk
Admist scattered needles and drugs
Its the one thing I detest

A simple whisper shook my mind apart
As some would scream faint warnings
Life goes on, you'll see!
It's going to be better on the morning

The carpet prickled my toes
As I stood up from the floor
Hands against peeled walls
As the voices would implore

I held the razor like a mad man would
And grinned from so called "thoughts"
This is the ending, I said in glee
The cure no one had taught

So there I perished, I was set free
Rejoiced in the forest of suicide
Though I suffer for enternity
For once I'm happy though I died