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The poem's strongest moment is the second stanza, where the juxtaposition of the bleeding sunset, the hungry baby, the praying old woman, and the boy kicking a ball creates a genuine sense of the world continuing indifferently around private grief. Those images do real work without explaining themselves, and the stanza earns its emotional weight.

The difficulty elsewhere is that the poem often tells rather than shows, and some of the diction works against the feeling it is reaching for. Phrases like "exciting super buzz" and "dreary last dark" feel either too casual or too vague to carry the sorrow the poem is building toward, and the rhyme scheme in places forces awkward constructions, "daily due lark" being the clearest example, where the meaning becomes obscured in the service of the rhyme. The final stanza has a genuinely affecting image in the packed backpack, but "live another dream" is a familiar phrase that softens what could be a sharper, more specific ending. The suggestion would be to treat the second stanza as a model for the rest: reach for the concrete and particular detail, and let the rhyme follow only when it can do so without distorting the sense.

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Life, when considering the final loneliness, broadens the perspective in such a manner that it makes the day to day business seem futile or pointless. How the (inner) demons dance and enjoy themselves at your expense. At least, that is my take on the opening stanza. 

The sunset bleeds open is a dramatic way of expressing how the day slowly but inevitably ends. Like a cracked egg whose yoke slowly runs out of it. It did take me a moment to reconcile "bleeds open" with the ending of the day. 
The stanza finishes on a mundane image of a boy kicking a ball in the street. It contrasts quite nicely with the three preceeding lines because it conveys a sort of carefree innocence. A luxury neither the baby nor the old lady have.
You got "Baby crying" as the opening of the second line. It skews the rhythm of "The sunset/The old lady/The boy". It might help to bring it in line. Also "The baby" would get you a rhyme with "The old lady".

The third stanza confuses me, I must admit. "Loved, Ones celebrated us." is unclear as a line to me. Do you mean "Loved ones, once celebrated us"? Genuine question because that would seamlessly tie into the next line. And would have the bonus of an internal, almost skipping, rhyme with ones/once.
"Seems so far away" reads awkwardly and I think it is merely due to word order. Switching seems and now appears to fix it for my ears. Perhaps read it aloud and see how it feels for you.

Your final stanza already has a nice internal rhyme built into the first line with "end/friend". I think you have a beautiful ending to the poem. Albeit a bittersweet one. A person left behind while the other goes off to build the rest of their life.

Some other notes:
You open with an ABCB rhyme scheme and continue this in the second stanza. Although, depending on pronunciation, open/hoping might be considered a near rhyme. The third stanza goes into an ABAB scheme and in the last you drop it entirely. Which is not a problem, though ask yourself if it works as intended.
The switch in the third stanza works, by the way, because for a moment one feels the joy of past celebrations and the structure matches the content.

The above is, of course, but the view of one person. Take it how you will. I did enjoy the read, it has good bones. I'm looking forward to the end result.