For what it's worth

I can tell you I've tried

I can tell you I've discovered

I can tell you now that

There's a method to my madness

Neat, meticulous, obsessive

A plaguing interference

Dailies interrupted by the reoccurrence

I knew from the start I would drown

I told you from the start I was scared

Your comfort I received

But no amount of your condolences

Saved me from the plunge

If it wasn't this

Then it would be something else

And if it wasn't everything I had strived for

Then maybe it wouldn't hurt so badly