Poetry

they said they loved me,
they said they cared,
but then they disappear,
out of my sight 
but not out of my mind,
so what is love? 
saying you loved me and then you disappeared
from this stupid crazy world
behind a lonely door
leading to an endless pit
where all you have is nothing
no-one can hear you cry
they cant hear your pain
 so what is love?
Is it even worth saving?
Or should I just let my heart get broken like I always do?