Selinium.

I think I'm even more broken than I was before. I don't dream, anymore.

But that's fine, 'cause at least then I don't have to see you every night.

I don't need your hugs, anymore, I'm fine without you here. I am doing, just fine.

Even though I still have your things out, as if you could walk right back where we left off.

As if you'd forgive me for leaving, well before you left for good. As if.