Insomnia Kills.(sorry for some forced rhymes =[)

Staying up all night
Waiting for the next light
Searching for another way
To spend the end of every day.

The doctors luckily prescribed this pill
But they said it was likely to make me kill.
Not others, they said, but myself
It could greatly affect my health.

I said I didn't care
I would see how I fare
With this new found sleep
All night I didn't peep.

Three weeks later, depression sets in
The pills were finally beginning to win
Maybe because I abused the darn stuff
But the fight for my life suddenly became tough.

One day I just couldn't take it
I took a match and struck: it was lit
I held it close to my wrist
And let the skin burn while I clenched my fist.

The next thing to do was to search for a razor
Or maybe, to shoot myself with, a laser
Oh, I found the razor, took it to my skin
And cut through my veins, letting the blood run into the trash bin

My body convulsed, rejected the pain
The blood loss was warming me, I crawled out into the rain.
I rolled on my back and pondered my death.
My last though was that I should have ended it with crystal meth.

{I know some rhymes were forced, but i'm editing the poem.}