Shattered Soul

I feel like I'm shattering.
Lost all control and sense.
If only I knew how to make by.
I'm just a lost soul,

Jumbled up with all the others.
If it came down to it,
Would you be able to

Pick out my soul from the rest?
I see no point in trying anymore.
No use of a decent idea I possess.
So, I'm shattering and slipping,
Into pieces never to be found,
Into the fate of the unwanted.
A lost soul forever and more.