Confusion

This is really not that.
The world does not spin.
But my head turns faster and faster.
I cannot breathe or see.
These things that happen just put me down.
Into the dark hole of Nowhere.
Pigs do not fly.
Yet, I, human and immature, can fly to outterspace.
My brain twist and turns uncomfortably.
I know I make no sense.
But nothing ever makes sense.
I am lost.
Oh, so very lost.
I am losing grip on life and everything.
My fingers slip yard by yard.
No one can feel what I feel.
I am completely mad in the world I call my mind.