What’s the point?

I wake up for you and smile,
And make myself look different.
I dress in my nicest of clothes,
But what’s the point?

I don’t want you to see,
That something’s eating my insides.
I regret my one mistake,
But what’s the point?

I don’t have any friends,
But you are always beside me.
In my heart, but not physically,
But what’s the point?

Your smile and laugh are no longer here,
They comfort me no longer.
I wish I could drift up with you,
But what’s the point?

Do I choose to remember or to forget?
Do I even the ability to move on?
As I ponder on these unanswerable questions I wonder,
But what’s the point?