Desolate Enough to Dissapear?

All of my insides
Want to fall to the floor.
Cold concrete stone waits to meet
My broken heart.
What brought this on?
What brought this on?
My imagination once more sparked--
But 'tis still tragic,
'Tis still tragic...

Shattered heart so tragic!
Fragile ego, thou art crushed!
All thine hopes dissaparated,
All have turned to dust!
Warily, I want to rest,
But now press on, I must!
I must!

Trying so hard
To find reasons to stay alive,
All these interruptions make for
An unpleasant evening.
Just disappear...
Just disappear...
I will write until
My soul disappears.

Pray that I finally disappear.