Pull the triger and the nightmare stops

People all around me,
Try to help me through,
But soon the day will come,
When no one will know who.

Know hwo they are,
Because their souls will leave this life,
All because of a gun,
Or maybe because of a knife.

Pull the triger,
And the nightmare stops,
That will happen soon,
And then everyone around me will be cops.

Soon this will all come true,
And no more will I have to hide,
But this will not be murder though,
This will be my suicide.