Aokigahara

People said the forest was nice
It takes you in when you’re sad
And never lets you down twice
 
It will hang you high in the swaying breeze
I guess you could say
This is the forest no one leaves
 
The maze of twisting dead trees and moss
Leaves you confused and scared
For you begin to realize
you are slowly becoming lost
 
You start to become tired and weak
The forest has sucked you in
 its soothing atmosphere
But wasn’t this the place you seek?
 
I suppose this is where the end is near
You lie down on the floor
And shed one last empty tear
 
As if with opens arms the forest presents you with a rope
You already know what to do with it
You already know how to cope
 
You tie the knot tight and firm
Now to climb to the tallest branch
As your fumbling hands try not to squirm
 
You secure the rope high and tall
You look down and mutter
“That’s not that far of a fall”
 
Your heart race slows
as you realize you will soon reach complete bliss
And after all,
Who would everyone really miss?
 
Take one more deep breath
It’s the final time you will
Because this forest has only one intention:
And that intention is to kill
 
It’s not to comfort
And it’s not to save
It’s where people come
To spend there last day
 
This forest is filled with deep sorrow and pain
You already know this
You’re perfectly sane
 
But you begin to question these things
As you look down below
You didn’t think it was possible
To feel this low
 
“Just fucking do it already”
You tell yourself while choking back tears
Once you hit the end of the rope
You release all your elapsing years
 
Placed around your neck
you take your last step
Off the rotten branch
Down to the forest’s depths
 
As you strike the end of the rope
You feel a forceful squeeze
You felt it only for a second
As your last sight was your tomb’s dead leaf
 
There you did it
Do you feel better now?
The forest surely does
As it drapes you like a shroud
 
How long will you hang there?
God only knows
It could be hours, days or even years
As the somber wind blows
 
You entered the forest with a tortured mind
You chose to end your life
And leave only a hallow body behind
 
This is Aokigahara
 The suicide forest of Japan
You are now free from it all,
The everlasting pain, hurt, and sorrow
And this possessed land