+crisis+ Poem by Lucas Pate

These thoughts have plagued me for far to long.
Death has engulfed me.
It's my time,
My time to die.
I can't bare to see your face,
It's a reminder of what I've lost.
Your image haunts me.
How am i suppose to move on,
When you're always on my mind?
All hope,
Finally lost.
I'm far to gone.
I've lost my mind,
I've lost my love.
Blood flows,
The pain is not lost.
Alcohol consumed,
Wears off.
How do i get over the one who built the foundation for my better life?
I look to the stars.
They burn bright no longer.
I am an outcast,
Battling for sanity.
Can the pain be lost?
I think not.
The brutality of the situation.
I can't have you.
I can't make it up to you.
The plague has blackened my shattered heart.
I'm far to gone.
Don't call the doctor.
I fell hard,
And shattered my heart.
It's broken beyond repair.
Goodbye world.
It's my time,
My time to die