A short poem

Trigger

I push the cold barrel against my skin
I shake as i try to begin
One
Finally this will all be done
Two
I knew i couldn't live without you
Three
Will anyone grieve over me
Four
No pain anymore
Out came the sadness
Out came the pain
Out came the blood that fell like rain
And as my loved ones crowed around my lifeless figure
They saw that my finger was still on the trigger

(any comments or tips you could give me would be greatly appreciated)