I could just lay down.
Pass out.
Wake up in a hospital.
Be forced to take leave.
To have a holiday.
That would be nice.
Have someone finally understand I need help.
"Just call her for me" would be a nice feeling.
Telling someone to call her and ask her to come see an unconscious me in a hospital bed.
Not dead or in a coma, just depressed. Or perhaps, angry. Very, very angry, with a hint of stress... okay maybe more than a hint.
I guess really what I really think would help would be her.
Even though I know she probably wouldn't.
But she'd have the best advice, I think.
She'd get it, from both sides.
She'd understand.
She'd know what to do...
"Rose'd know. A friend of mine, Rose. Right now, she'd say exactly the right thing".
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoesíaHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
