Today it is hard to think I once felt this way. My life is wonderful, and I have certainly been blessed in so many ways. I thank God I never took that drastic step.
The time had come when I asked myself
What shall I do, live or die?
I thought as I reached for the bottle on the shelf
What shall I do, life or die?
I realized I had no one else to blame
For the love I had given, and the love I had lost
I could live with the heartaches, or die with the shame
Of knowing I lost him, and it was only my fault
I went to the window, and looked down the walk
But no one was coming, there was no one to help
If only they knew I just needed to talk
Someone who cared would help me a lot
There's no one to hear me ask myself
What shall I do, live or die?
No one to help me put these back on the shelf
Now I open the bottle and ask, live for die?




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I have asked Him to heal my soul, my broken heart, to give me back the song and joy that used to always be in my heart, to restore ALL that the enemy has stolen and destroyed. "Weeping may endure for the night, but Joy comes in the morning!"
- Jeanjaz