Bullet Through the Head

I put a bullet through my head, Im good and happy and since I'm dead. A wasted life what a shame. Another statistic without a name. I'm dead and cold, Because under pressure I did fold. I didn't stop myself reaching for that gun, I shot myself now I'm done. If I hadn't i would have killed, Either way blood would be spilled. My blood flows free. I pray that no one copies me.