Where do I go? What will I do?

I've lost my home. I've lost my job. Now it seems inevitable that soon I will lose my mind. One sure sign of that is that I don't feel bad about having nothing left to live for, except for the music that pounds inside my mind, giving me hope that maybe someone will notice me. Occasionally people give me stuff I don't even ask for: I'll just be sitting there and someone will give me money. Of course I'm grateful, but maybe that should trouble me. Friends and family don't ever reach out to me any more. Is that a sign of how pathetic I have become? Somehow, it doesn't bother me, because I've always been able to live in my own mind. If only I could connect my mind to the world I live in.