What do you think of this poem? (based on a true event)

My world fell apart at the very seems last night. The sky fell down on my head as the tears rolled down my cheeks. The event didn't leave any visible bruises, only the broken heart. Will it fade? Or will it linger for decades, only becoming a fear of what may happen again? If it were to happen again, what would happen to me? Of you? Would the sky fall again, or would it make the world seem right in all its defeat? I wish the memories would fade, but they terry in my my heart brooding over me....