Who Am I?

And so, I fall incompletely,

inadequately -

to pieces.

Depression's dirty hands smothering me.

I hear the toll of the dark bell;

I hear the moans escape my usually mute mouth.

I am lost again.

Detached and gone away

from this reality.

I do not know who I am,

or what purpose I give to this dimension I am bound to.

Once a mother,

now banished and ridiculed.

Once a daughter,

only to find it doesn't matter with me.

Once a lover,

but oh, how the love never rides for me!

Just who am I to be

in a world so uncaring?

Launched into the depths of madness

that I cannot break free of.