Tell Me

You've gotta answer me a question
You've gotta answer me right now
This isn't hypotheitcal
Or retorical
Or anything of the sort

Tell me, what's to live for
When life has gone astray
When everything seems to be in pieces
When everything seems to fray

Tell me, what's left of life
When it's ripped out at the seams
When you crash and burn
And can't get up
Onto your feet again

Tell me, is it possible to go on
When you're wondering why to live
When you begin to wonder if people give a damn
And why they would if they did

Tell me, when does it all go away
When do things become right
When can you stand on your feet
And see clearly again
When will day stop being night

Tell me, I'm begging you
When can you stop crying
When will the pain go away
And even if it does
Will I just be empty inside again

Tell me, am I too late to stop myself
From thinking things through this way
Or can I be positive
Can I turn things around
And live my life through again

Tell me, have I gone too far
To ask you all of this
I need some reasons to go on now
Before I convince myself not to live

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