What Do I Do
What do I do when it all falls apart,
When I'm left holding nothing but a broken heart,
When dreams I once cherished are tossed aside,
When I just want to stop and get off of this ride?
What do I do when the demons come calling,
When even the angels can't keep me from falling,
When there is nothing but evil outside my door,
When I see no reason to live any more?
What do I do when the powder is snow white,
When the cool clear bottle is all that feels right,
When addiction has taken a hold on my soul,
When forgetting this life is my only goal?
What do I do when I've lost the fight,
When that silver blade dances in the dark of the night,
When my blood spills forth pure, dark, and red,
When all I believed in is withered and dead.
Copyright © Cynthia King | Year Posted 2006
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