at My Head
I’m aching, shaking, breaking, trying my hardest, testing too hard to watch the world spin, or is that me spinning, you see, without my sanity beginning to spin as well. I’m aching, breaking, faking, struggling to see my way, the path ahead is treacheries, full of perfidiousness, and infidelity, is faithlessness like unfaithfulness, never mind, mind, i don't, not without basing it off my own insecurities.
Perhaps I’ve built myself a complex puzzle, and simply lost too many pieces. now the complexity has gone, but the puzzle remains, etched in a memory of a child in childish times, perhaps, peradventure, perchance, I made my life a battle. i made this struggle, perhaps, peradventure, perchance, struggle to make sense of the world, try hard, endeavour, make every effort, spare no pain, exert myself, knowing I could never win.
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