With a distant mind he had, the only thing that crossed it was the girl he loved.
But the distance between him and his heart was killing him slowly
Even the love of the girl he loved was fading like the setting sun,
Slowly as oceans repelled him from stopping the wound of an emotional gun.
Everything was quoted, every book he read, every word he heard,
  every picture he saw, all was quoted to guide him or put him to a stop.
Friends abandoned his wrecked body to suffer for eternity,
To his family it was a long awaited liberty,
He could not predict tomorrow anymore,
The picture of his future and his present was just a metaphor of no tomorrow,
Fragments of the past flashed his head like lightnings in a storm, inevitably.
They had dreamt a dream but led them nowhere,
A journey to go back and stop the seeds he grew from was an impossible option.
He had prayed everyday to see his death but all he got was more respiration
To feel more pain until his mental eruption of drowned sorrows,
There was no more tomorrow
The cracks on his heart eventually broke off…