Ask Anyone of Anything

Uhm I'm new here but here's a poem portraying the struggle of asking anything of others.

To ask anyone of anything,
I feel like a radio gathering dust.
Connection to a channel-
fuzzy buzzing static.
Tuning it helplessly-
might be easier to shut it all off.

Everything I try is
nothing but a mirage.
So far that if I were a dead soul,
I wouldn't invite a soul to my funeral.
After all, why should I?
I've taken up enough space.