Selinium.

I'm in my room, but it's not your room anymore
and I want to search the city for you, the world, even though I know it's useless
I look at my clothes for the hairs you used to leave behind
but it seems that even they've left with you
and I keep searching for your smell, but it's as gone as you are

Maybe I will miss you forever and of course I'll follow you one day
and it might just be sleep deprivation that is making me cry a flood into

the hollow my collarbone gets when I'm hunched by sadness
And maybe, just maybe, I'm finally as broken as I used to think I was.