Suicide Forest

West Tokyo, Japan.
A cold, early day in an even colder January.

Full of trees, this destination is never sought for pleasure, but for pain.
Good, my dear friend, you’ve left us for good.
Desperate and unidentified, you see no path to continuance.
Taro, where will you go? Why must you leave?
Your mind is the foundation your life is based on.
Use it.
But you see no path to continuance.
It must cease. All. Everything.
You bought a one-way ticket to the forest,
And in this forest burn trees for miles.
The dead are never found.
The officials fear more deaths.
Promises spent on 20 percent less.
But they don’t care about you.

Built up inside, you want to die?
Or do you just want it all to get better?
Burn the forests down!
Burn the forests!
Burn everything that stands in your way.
Both you Taro, and Japan.

Save the trouble, and the trip.
Please Taro, please.
You will be missed,
Whether you go missing in the forest,
Or because we have finished talking.