Goodbye

I asked and I asked, "what do we do?"

He told me, "it doesn't matter we never give up."

Yes, but I am not me, without you.

I cried so many tears, I filled up a cup.

I feel blank, like I'm empty,

I cried again, I filled a can.

It was this boy, who gave me plenty.

Now, everything is not happy, but bland.

I laughed with him, my best friend.

I feel like I lost another part of me, a limb,

All because it's the end.

How can I recover from what you've done, everything dim.

The last thing I remember is when you made me cry,

All with one word, "goodbye."