Noose Tied around the Moon

I went around town looking for a quick way to commit suicide because everything around me seems worthless, 
Everyone's now looking for joy in materialistic objects, 
All stuck in the matrix, programmed to not ask "out of the box" questions,
What's the purpose of living? 
Does life have any meaning? 
If so, why is it missing in my dictionary?
A month ago I drank rat poison,
Hoping to die but
It actually tasted like a magic potion
And I swear I heard a voice inside my head saying "look for better options"
Without a peace of mind I know my life costs no fortune,
I have had my share of love and she left me crying out a monsoon,
I can already hear the people who despise me say "gone to soon"
As they watch my body float in the sky hanging on to a noose tied around the moon.