Where am I?

Where am I?
Tell me, somebody.
I’m lost in my thoughts
Of who I was,
Am and could have been
If the world
Was a place to live in. 
Strands of pressure
Form the fibers of my mind 
And I feel them balloon, 
Ready to blow — 
And who would care enough 
To pick up the pieces,
If there were any?
Help me. Help me!
Mother, where are you? 
How much does it cost? 
Where do they make hands 
For the sinking
To hold
On the way down,
Down,
Down —