Figments of my mind

Why does end like this?

For I may never get through

Is this even real?
each passing day
when your pictures start to wash away by life's constant toll
Does it have to end like this?
You say not to call or text.
You say I am nothing.
You say it's just a part of my imagination.
does it have to end like this?
Life torments my body,
I am but a broken heart
Why did you have to leave?
Each passing day
My memories start to slip away.
Does it have to end like this?