Burning Knife

What do you do when it's late at night
And there's nothing to feel but pain and fright.
Where do you turn when no one's around
and your feet can't find any solid ground?

Hard to keep on when the dreams are no more.
And you want to leave but can't make the door.
It's hard to fight and never win.
And who can live yet never sin?

I heed the piper I pay the cost.
And let no one know how much I've lost.
They don't see that burning knife.
They don't get how little I value my life.

They can't believe that I want to die.
I can talk and talk they'll still ask why.
They can't look into my soul
and see it fail like a dying coal.

So what do you do when there is no hope?
And you live each day at the end of your rope.

I tried to fix some screws ups in my What Do You Do poem...eventually I'll figure this out. I hate techno...have patience with me please, lol. I'll get this poem posted as my perferred version...prolly, eventually.