Pieces (peace is) Broken Again

Black and white stress unnecessary words….words whose power lie in their being. An email again, fuck, why do we always have to be a world apart? Words stress and I’ve been here before. Cold sanitary rooms stretch unending. Hear the IV drip as nurses slip through quiet corridors. Who was here before…she….who? Here before, I lost myself somewhere along the way. A little piece….a little peace….it’s what you gave me then yet here we are again. I walk to quiet places and scream.

FUCK
YOU
ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!

God….God?

Goddamn

Black and white, did you have to do it again?