Am I happy? Am I truly happy? All my friends are happy, Does that makes me happy? So many questions to ponder, As the cold metal touches my head. Why am I alive? What is my purpose? I see no point in living, The voices tell me "No one wants me." So why should I keep drawing my breath. I pulled the trigger, There was a click but nothing happened. A tear fell down my cheek. I pulled the trigger again, Nothing happened again. I dropped the weapon I just can't die.