What Do You Do

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 there's no one around
and your feet can't find that solid ground?

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

I heed the piper and pay the cost.
No one knows how much I've lost.
They never see that burning knife.
Or realize how little I value my life.

They can't believe I want to die,
After all I say they still ask why?
They've never looked into my soul.
To see it failing like fading coal.

So what do you do when there's so hope?
And you live each day at the end of the rope.

Just another...back then poem