Seeing The Stars No More Poem by Timothy Long

I cant see the stars, i cant even see the sun, im blind for wanting to return to the past, i was a faluire and a loser to, in the past i was happy and free, now im alone as ill ever be, cause i hope your okay when im not, good it makes things easier that way, it makes me feel like a faluire and a loser like what have i accomplished, and it makes me sad, and then i get deppressed and think of suicide not in actually wanting to do it, but the effects trap me so, the suspense
and this feeling is building, i cant think straight, im afraid to not do well, can i dissapoint anyone evermore even further, cant take on the world, but they can take on your world, many things in history make me sad, not much of anything makes me glad, where was i needed? Am i getting tired of this, dreadfullness of guilt,
Let it be known my heart was a soul unbreeched, the saddest plea ever to be, besching to reasons unknown to us all, even the blue light i look to, reaching for what i can never grasp, for a
man hopefull as no one will ever meet again, anything brings a memory ease, hell knowns its the end for him, the eyes of god watching all trending so.