stick a fork in me...

[ptuckitpatriot]

with his vomit and tears he tries to cleanse himself,
but nothing will bring him back to yesterday.
in his sickness he still hides himself,
though their bullets never stray.

he could have been a better man,
though he knew not how.
if he had heard a better plan,
he wouldn't be here now.

but no one has the wisdom here.
your minds less than sagacious may be,
so he is now left with only tears,
and the results of his own propensity.

i'll scream im sorry to rushing winds,
but your ears won't hear my cries.
i'll dream someday you'll find better things,
and wish for the day i die.