What's the Point?

All my dear heart can do
Is love like this
Yet the only time I let myself
I am greeted by silence
This despairing thought corrupts
And I cannot bear to be alone
Yet every time I wish
You leave me dangling in agony
Which I will not survive
I never meant harm
I gave what I had
Although usually I run
I stayed
I tried
I gave for you
And yet
Now I'm left
Waiting
Worrying
Confused
Lonely
Missing you

What's the point?