Dancer in the wind

Broken beyond repair, so I seem
So many things wrong, breaking more everyday
Where do I begin fixing, only to break again
A life full of fixing
No time for my dreams
No hope insight
Day by day, minute by minute
A life full of fixing
More breaking then fixing
Unable to keep up
Needing help from the outside
Not knowing how to ask, or sure who to ask
My soul is fading, nothing much remains
The light is fading
Can anyone see, does anyone care
Maybe they do not know how to ask
Much like myself
Fading to black
Cause of Death
My pride