it's not only the disease in my mind
that's been left so far behind
by the mass time you've spent
in your self regret
and mutilation of the facts
and aimless, allegorical attacks
based off of your life's lies;
how they've been goodbyes
and never hellos.
or good mornings.
or any salutation, noticeably
cold and distraught collectively
for the sickness that you've left behind.