Alone

I feel so down
I'm in a room full of people
But no one's around
I'm in a room full a people
The only one with a frown
Thinking to myself...
"It's just you and I."
Guiding the thoughts of suicide
Thinking to myself...
"Put the gun to your head"
Hanging on by only a thread
What's the point of living so lonely, why?
No longer does it help getting high
I'm sick of this loneliness felt
No surprise if on my tombstone nothing's spelt
Should I use a gun or hang myself with a belt?