Insignificent speck

I need someone to confide in, at the very least to converse with. Watching, waiting, depreciating. I'm growing moldy and patches of fungus are covering my heart thats shriveling up. So empty I don't even have words. I've lost myself. I don't know what I am. Where is my place on the earth? Nowhere. Tiny speck of matter who robotically makes her way through life. No nourishment for the heart or soul. Blue with the lonely-bug. Empty, numb, drained. Silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent, silent. My emotions don't matter to anyone. I think im dying