Always broken

I am broken. So broken. I destroy everything I touch, there will never be happiness for someone like me.

I keep reaching out and I keep finding people that don't care. So many years, so many people who walk away. This must be my fault. There's no other reason for it to keep happening.

Where is colour this hour
Where is music this hour
Are they still going on somewhere?
Where now, in this hush
Where are words in this hush?
And what am I?