What now, life?

About saying goodbye

I looked around.
All the faces, the place, the weather.
Last time I walked in that hallway.
Last time going to that classes.
Last time with that locker.
Everyone smiling, last day of school.
But I want more.
Why is it over.
"Don't cry Luiza"
"No more tears"
"It will be fine"
No it won't.
"We will see each other again"
But when?
I don't wanna say goodbye.
Why?
When I saw myself walking away from that school for the last time I lost it.
One more time, I couldn't breath.
I cried the whole way from the school to downtown.
And a little bit more on the bus on the way home.
Now I don't feel anything.
"What a great experience you had"
Yeah, it was incredible.
"We were lucky for having you here"
"I'll miss you"
I'll miss this.
Thank you.