Hollow reflections

My reflections are hollow
I can only see this callus shell.
Maybe because I'm stuck here,
Wandering this endless hell.
Reality weighs heavy,
As I fight to find my scattered pieces.
I am powerless.
The light in my eyes,
Has vanished so long ago.
A mere shadow of my former self.
I look in every corner,
And I still find no help.
I'm losing strength quickly
My skin is paper thin,
I'm starting to look sickly
And my eyes now full of sin.
I sulk
I grieve
But still, no release.
I'm tired
I'm weary
I'm a waste of space.
Where have my morals gone?
And why?
Why don't I care?
Because I clearly do not.
Who am I?
And what monster have I become?