Last moments

Tonight,I'm thinking about ending it all,
I'm depressed,confused,and lonely.
The pistol is pointed beneath my jaw,
Mere moments before I'm set free...

Tears fall like rain as I think back when...
To the days when I had a reason to be,
I never got over the death of my friend,
Ever since I haven't been right emotionally..

Every time that I think that I'm ready,I stop,
Caught between despair and perception,
This plays out where my pistol goes pop,
And bullet and brain make their connection

The clock on my wall loudly ticks and tocks,
The shadows dance across all my four walls.
Wonder if they'd stop me if shadows could talk ,
I then raise the pistol and wait until death calls...