The end

I hold this gun right to my head,
as i lie awake in bed,
So full of thoughts and memories,
yet i feel so cold and empty.
Should i end my life right now,
or put up with the agony?
What about my friends?
What will they do?
Will they care?
Will they cry?
Will they do the same as i'm about to do?
I start to shake and sweat with fear.
I then shed just one tear.
The cold gun still to my head.
As i lie here dead in bed.