What Do I Do?

Sex, drugs, rock n' roll.
Nothing I do will stop these thoughts of you.
Everything I see, hear, smell, touch;
Reminds me of you.
What do I do?

They say you are gone,
That this will pass.
But they are wrong.
I know you are there.
So, what do I do?

Things seem easier,
Once I feel the blade bite into my flesh.
It would be so easy,
To end it all with one kiss.
What do I do?

I hear you,
Feel you watching me.
I know you're listening,
When I'm sitting there talking.
So what do I do?

I can't take this anymore.
Nothing helps with the pain.
It's hard to breathe,
And gets harder all the time.
Let me leave.

What do I do?

I find contentment,
Whenever I am near you.
Memories we share,
Bounce around within the confines of my mind.

So what do I do?
Answer me that.
What do I do?

(This was written about my lost love, Adam. He was taken from me almost five months ago now. May he rest in peace.)