Splitting Oneself (Edited)

What Happens When A Regular Guy Who Thinks Of Everything At Once Starts To Lose Himself?

Life Is Good, 

Life Is Sweet.

Life Is Very Much Upbeat.

Life Can Be Down,

Life Can Be Mean.

Life Can be Very In Between.

One Thinks Of Everything,

Like He Thinks Of His Kids.

Always On His Mind,

And Never In Sin.

One Thinks Of The Possibilities,

Like Hes Planning His Death.

Forever In Turmoil,

Never Losing Breath.

One Has Love.

One Has Friends.

But What If One, 

Started Crossing Witts End?

Love Is Powerful, 

Love Is Potent.

Love Is A Drug That Is Important.

Cross These Problems,

These Maddening Ends,

And One Starts To Lose Touch

With The Reality He Is In.

One Manages To Cope,

One Manages To Live.

But Now He Faces The Problems Within.

His Mind Opens,

His Mind Creases,

His Mind Even Goes Far Enough To See The Beasts.

His Thoughts Are Spread,

His Hope Has Left,

His Love Abandoned,

For Fear Of Dread.

Without The Guidance,

Without The Stable,

Without All Good Things, 

To Keep Him Able,

One Decides To Let What Is, Be.

He Starts Off Ok,

He's Even Decent.

Eventually, However, Comes The Dark Descent.

The Mind Ravages,

The Innards Fail,

The Energy Drained,

The Life Force... Gone.

He Had A Hope, 

But Her Life Meant Too Much.

He Wanted Help, 

But He Would Not Sacrifice Her.

He Needed Her, 

She Thought He Jested.

He Lays Dying. 

A False Smile Lay On His Face For Her.

All Hope Dwindles,

Yet She Is Happy.

I Guess Thats What Matters. 

Now I Sit Here,

By My Grave,

Waiting For The Mortician

To Escort Me Beyond Gates.

These Gates I See,

Are Sparkle Laden.

And Beside Them Stand A Fair, Fair Maiden.

"Did You Learn?" 
She Would Ask.

"I Suppose I Did."

Is All I Could Say.

Now I Sit Here Up Above, 

My Mind In Ruin,

But Soul At Rest.

She Is Happy,

Guess That Is All That Matters.

Before I Depart,

I Only Have Three Simple Words For Her.

I

Love
You...........

Author's Note

Hopefully This Has Better Flow. I May Like The Edit Better, Ya Never Know.