Questions that keep me awake.

Qualms of mental health

What happens when we lose our minds?
Do they hear us?
Do they hear these silent screams that fill the space between our ears?
Or do they pass leaving us far below the thunder clouds?

They taught me how to be productive.
To keep my head down.
To push far beyond the point of which I shattered.

But the cracks of my soul deepen under the pressures.
I can no longer stand tall to face this life.
I'm on my knees frantically gathering the dust that now dances with the wind.

Who am I?
How do I be a person?
And just when did I lose my mind?