Can Not

i've been broken in my beer state
waiting for a wire to bend my limbs for me
i am the doll eyes tipped back dazed with
wanting
anyone to take the lonliness out of me

Everywhere I thought was better with you is really better
sepperated the edges of reality. I was your flower you 
developed allergies for. The decision to prune was yours
and I stupidly went with it.
I wonder where you are with your blond w***e. I wonder why
you went. Was my presence so loud it took you with it?
The emptiness is loud.

what do i try for?
i can't.