Hollow Bone on the Floor

I use the words I, me and my far too often, and still, I don't seem to feel anything is mine anymore when I reread it. Lately when I read something I've written, there's this disconnect in my brain, as if I hadn't written it, as if I don't recognize the words as mine. My writing feels hollow and watery, there's no meat or bones, not even any light. It is weak and hollow, utterly dissatisfying. I view most of what I write with distaste.