what do you do when you want to fall
when the climb doesn't seem worth it at all
when the pain makes you feel so small
and you don't want to think, you just want to bawl
what do you do when the pain is too much to take
when the agony in your heart is more than an ache
when your life is a nightmare and you can't wake
and at times you feel like your exsistance was a mistake
what do you do when crying isn't enough
when inside, your crumbling, but on the surface you're tough
when your cheeks are stained and your voice is rough
and the cause is more than chicken soup could label as "tough stuff"
what do you do when your heart can't beat
when your soul is empty and incomplete
when the tears themselves want to retreat
and you wish that life had a key called delete
what do you do when the poem is done
when the words are over, but the pain has just begun
when the clouds won't stop harassing the sun
and you're staring down a bullet, and the gun has won |
Submission Name: What Do You Do?
