I have so many questions for you;
Would all the problems I'm having, still be happening if you were still here?
Would you not have helped me solve them? Two minds are better than one.
Could you not have stayed close enough for me to call on without feeling guilt,
or shame,
or blame,
or embarrassment,
or belittlement.
Stay an arms length from me, so I can reach out to you if I need help or assistance or if I just need someone to turn too, to cry too or give love and adoration and friendship too.
I am so grateful for the people in my life.
But that doesn't change the fact that I wish you were still in it.
Do you know how to ask someone for help without asking them for help?
Silence.
If I needed you. Or I needed someone. Anyone. Would you still care enough to be that person?
Do you still care about me?
Do you even care?
Do you still care?
Would you care if I crashed,
fell,
burnt,
cried.
What if I felt depressed, just like you used too.
Maybe you still do?
Maybe you gave it to me?
Still.
Would you help me?
Will you help me?
Please,
help me.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere 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...
