pieces
The puzzle pieces are littered on the hospital floor
A hundred colours and shapes, under the sterile bed a thousand more
Trying to fit together edge to edge, bile riding in throat
As nothing works, nothing god damn works
Hands covered in blood, skin rubbed bone thin
On hands and knees, wondering how much more
Of trying to make sense of it all,
Trying to make something that fits together,
That makes my heart hum again,
Makes fireworks go off in the brain again,
Make peace in my bones again.
Broken puzzle pieces on the hospital floor,
I can't see straight, with skull so shattered and sore
Get me out of here, get my fist
through the double locked door
Puzzle pieces on the hospital floor.