Lonesome

Carefree, happy, and dreadfuly lonesome
In this order my feelings lead me to this gun
Confused, depressed, and almost dead
Now the gun is pointed at my head
Broken, lost, and loosing hope
Pulling the trigger back and begining to mope
Thinking, searching, not what i once was
Pulled the trigger now i just hear a buzz
Not able to move, not able to scream
Feeling cold, and the light is now coming in a stream
Getting scared as things begin to get black
Watching this blackness creep over i wish i could go back
Nothing to see, nothing to hear
Now im dead and i shall never again shed a tear