The death of me

If one day you wake up,
And I'm gone
Don't cry, don't give up
Don't write about me
Of how much you loved me
Because,
The silver gun rest on my tounge,
It feels so right yet so wrong.
I feel my body shake as I slip my finger down as I hit the trigger,
I stop to pause and think if this is how it ends.
To stop the pain and suffering,
And my life of just pretend.
I have nothing to offer you but this cold broken heart of mine.
So DON'T TRY TO STOP ME!
And don't feed me with your lies
For every false you tell me another piece of me dies.
The trigger is pulled and my body goes to cold,
Escaping a world of hatred and lies.
My name and a date is now sealed with R.I.P
Now on a stone.
This happy place it will be
A better world without me.