Ever So Unwelcomed

I haven't the slightest clue to who I am,
but who even cares anyway?
I've been living from morning to moon
with only scratching a social surface.

Help me, assist me,
I dying and drowing in the sea of lonesome.
Talk to me, interrogate me,
I want some kind of attraction today!

A kingdom where no one cares
whether your hurt or your pissed again,
and good luck finding that source of light,
it only takes several failing tries alongside a deep depression and pierced heart.

Pull me from heartache,
place me inside a shrine for a stinging second.
I don't mean to be selfish,
but share your words so I can pay back in return.

Is this my existence?
Is this where my heart fades to black?
Am I to live alone inside,
or could someone know that I'm alive?