unworthy me

Dislocated isolated an unwanted plague is what you gave me to share with on a daily basis. It's all that remains. Nothing ever really changes. Also what am I working for it's not like a I can goto a store and buy me a human connection. All I have is emptiness and this longing for something I don't even know what it is. All I know is that I haven't experienced it yet. Is it normal to cry everyday if my life for like the past twenty years and I'm still doing it. It's like I'm stuck on pause and I can't get no one to push the play button for me. Now I'm obselete and my batteries stopped working and there no replacement for me because no one uses me anymore. I'm just a system malfunction. I am the hollow empty shell. I have to make work my life because there's nothing outside of it. No one wants to be around me at home. There's nothing here but my years of tears and me writing about it