when you're gone then what?

How did it start?

 Maybe it started when you moved to into this life?

 I really don’t know. 

I wish I knew what you thought or if you think the same thing I do. 

Do you wonder about how I feel, like I wonder how you feel? Life is so full of questions, but none get the answers to them. My heart inside is constantly hating the time its taking for me to get the courage.

 Time is running out, when you leave will you remember me? Will you ever think of me, or will you throw me out like the rest