whats the point?

yew looked at me with such loving eyes..
now those eyes haunt me..
my personal black abyss..
they once gave me such a warm feeling..
now its just icey sorrow..
i weep on the floor..
blood leaving my veins..
as the remnants of 'i love yew..'
cease to exist..
as will i..
i can no longer live a lie..
i can no longer say that im alright
when im dying on the inside..
soon my emaciated heart
will take over my pathetic worthless life..
yew took my life..
and now yew're gone..
so whats the point of continuing
if all i am is pathetic
and worthless
without yew?
yew were my reason to live..
yew made me feel so alive..
and now yew're gone..
so what' the point?