I just wrote this real simple peice but let me know what ya'll think

This may be the last time I ever write
Sitting here in this dark, wet room starting to feel the cold bite
My only thoughts are of my troubled past, how much longer will my life last
As I sit here contemplating death, my minds made up I take my last breath
Lift the gun and put it to my head, this is the moment I thought I would dread
But instead it comes as a relief, only 16 my life was brief
Why is it no-one cares, will anybody shed a tear