(open on a near deserted alleyway, half past midnight.)

[milo]

i can't breathe.
someone help me, please call an ambulance.
i'm in such pain right now.
so sorry, it would just be nice to have that ambulance.
in no rush i'd assure you if
there is anything, but there isn't, so...
i'm not at liberty to say a thing.
and you know that there
aren't any words, and
any of those things that are
not there, well,
they're always, well,
anyway, i
only wanted one.

I get that you are writing like this to represent state of mind but I can't help but think prose would be a better medium for this situation. There is no particular enjoyment in the reading and no reason to ever read it more than once, I don't get the point of making this a poem.