Forgotten to be Lost

Why? do people not say good-bye. Why? must they depart and leave me alone. Why? was it too late? Many people had left. My pen has vanish. My world… curupted under pressure. What else could i lose now. What else must crawl away from my presence? How i die so much each day knowing i have nothing else. What else? The one i left dont want to be with me anymore. I worry so much that each day could be our last. I want it to last forever… but forever isnt enterity. If i must… should i crawl on my broken legs before i faint.