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.