Tell Me What You thinkj bout this poem it came straight from the heart?

The Poem That Can’t Be Named

Its 2:10 in the morning and I can’t help but cry afraid you just left me without even saying goodbye. Tear after tear that runs down my face scared to death to look in the mirror face to face and see that I have failed at being strong failed to know that all of my life has gone so wrong. I don’t know what to do now besides shedding more tears but sit down and stare mind full weakness, worry, and a hundred tons of fear. You not there to guide me through my desperate time or to give me a push up the hill, up the climb. I’m falling from a thousand stories without a rope or a strong will, not even a little faith or hope. You said at the end you would catch me and take me home safe and sound in your loving arms but I knew from the beginning there was nothing there but the hard concrete ground. So I give up and let myself just fall clearing my mind heart and all. After you left I’m afraid I have nothing to give up but life its self because without you here with me I have nothing to stand upon but an old empty shelf.