--i need to get a grip on myself but i'm s-s-slipping away

as if scribbling could cure my
rage and my pain and my hate;
as if ripping it up could cure my
hurt and my want;
as if replacing it could save my
as if trying could actually fix the
broken pieces.
as if caring could bring you back when
caring couldn't keep you here to begin with.


{can you hear the nin?}