Much Rather Be Dead

A gun to my head
She said
I'd much rather be dead
Than go through life
With this questions giving me strife
And my existence draining my life
I see no point
No purpose
No reason
For people to hurt others and call out treason
Why do we do this
Why do we do this
I can't keep putting up a fight
Just kill me now
And end this strife
Death is the relief I need
This stress and anxiety
Running through my head
And like I said
I'd much rather be dead