Slowly Dying

I'm laying in my bed
holding a gun to my head.
i think about my life
and wonder if i would of survived.
I've gone thru too much s h ! t
all because of that b ! tc h
why did i have to go thru hell?
then when i did tell they didn't even put him in a cell.
i wished i had someone to hold my hand
but no one tried to understand.
i haven't lived many years
yet I've cried so many tears.
i don't think anyone will care
if they have one more life to spare.
i start to shiver
as i pull the trigger.
please don't cry
this is my slow suicide.