Should I do it, or should I not?

I sit silently on my bedroom floor,
Holding a gun close to my head.
All I have to do is pull the trigger,
And in seconds I'll be dead.

That way I can escape from my life,
Away from all the sorrow and pain.
Ive waited too long for my sun to come out,
Ive walked, alone, to long in the rain.

Now the thing I most desire in the world,
Is to leave all of it behind.
The beatings, the cutting, the drugs and drink,
The cruel words that torture my mind.

I don't want to be abused by daddy no more,
I don't want to be left lying in my own blood.
I don't want my bones shattered as I'm thrown down the stairs,
I don't want to be trampled down in the mud.

I don't think I can stand it much longer,
Getting let down and battered and used.
Having everyone treat me like a piece of dirt,
Being cut and broken and bruised.

So now I have to make a decision whether I go,
Or give the future one last try.
Except i suspect things can only get worse, not better,
I wonder, should I choose to die?

I'm so confused and I don't know what to do,
Should I fire that final shot?
Should I just end it now and be set free?
Should I do it, or should I not.....