Could this be it?

I put the barrel to my head.
Thinking of my life and if i should dread.
Just pull the trigger now.
And end the pain as fast as it came.

My blood has bled.
My skin has shed.
I'm turning things around.
Like everything is tightly bound.

My sorrow has started to show.
On my wrist the story is told.
It says how much you hurt me
So much that i wanted you to see.

I can't tell if thats really me
Inside that mirror could it be?
I was pushed so much i cried
looking into that mirror teary eyed.

Everything would be ruined
If i told you how i feel.
Life wouldn't be the same.
It just wouldn't be real.

But hear i am, again.
With the barrel to my head
Thinking if i should dread.
Even though you can't kill, something thats already dead.

But this time i don't pull the trigger.
I will go out strong.
Trudge through life,
Even if i don't belong.