Scatterbrainy

If I don't write it, there is nothing. If I can't feel it, what is it?

A piece is missing, but does it matter? There is still joy, laughter and excitement even in the broken picture.
Is it really so easy to just cut something out of your life? Carv the wound from the infected limb to make it all better?
What if the wound is a person? Would you cut it out, cut it off??

And what if the infection is already in my blood.
I can't see straight, can't think clear, I'm stultified.
Can't settle, can't slow down.
Won't accept anything other than what I set out to get.
Even if I destroy the goodness that's left.