rot

I no longer know where to find me I wish you didn't leave me here to rot No matter how much rubble I force myself to pull up It has sunken too deep, shattered too fine The shards you once called my heart Put me up in a museum, call it fine art Modern day galleries, full of nonsensical ideologies Kind of ironic your favorite field was anthropologies All you had to say was you couldn't help me There's so much fine detail within you I'd love to abirritate Today is a day of loss, every moment a minute to commemorate I take the people closest to me to those spots we only knew The memories I create with them will never surpass the ones with you But day by day it's like my mind flips in estrange Moments I shared with you are plastered with their interchange Sertraline, Fluoxetine, Fluvoxamine Shame it never compared to your dopamine Never had to worry about your bioavailability The only cause for concern was how much I craved it from you I wish you never left me here to rot Please, I'm begging come to my door and don't stop braying Awaken me from my nightmares, you don't realize how quick I'm decaying

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