Broken Promises

A night of horror
Lack of sleep
I turn towards a gun
I pick it up and face it to me
My hand becomes real numb

I hate my life i really do
Depression it gets to me
But nothing will change
It'll remain the same
And ill be sleepless once again

Iv thought about it
And wondered....
Is this life worth living?
And then i remember those promises i made
Oh how can i be so stupid?

Why did i promise the world to one
As depressed as me?
If only they knew how i really feel
Then maybe they would listen

I roll over in my bed
And shut my eyes for the last time
Then i put the gun to my head
then bang!
My life has come to an end...