Let you know, dear poet, that we understand. Loneliness is a natural condition of man, but "sad is the poet" who sometimes finds it hard to overcome it. Hope, poetry is helpful and makes quite a difference. It has proved such in many cases.
If only we should learn how to stand up for ourselves, if only we could learn how to cope with things that get in our way to happiness, after which we crave so much! Better think about tomorrow, how it is going to bring about changes we are looking forward to. Here is "A hope for me and a hope for you," and for everybody:

Begin Again

Every day is a fresh beginning,
Every day is the world made new;
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,
Here is a beautiful hope for you-
A hope for me and a hope for you.

All the past things are past and over,
The tasks are done and the tears are shed;
Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing which night has shed.

Yesterday now is a part of forever,
Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight;
With glad days, and sad days and bad days which never
Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight,
Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night.
Let them go, since we cannot relieve them,
Cannot undo and cannot atone;
God in His mercy, receive, forgive them;
Only the new days are our own,
Today is ours, and today alone.

Here are the skies all burnished brightly,
Here is the spent earth all reborn,
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share the morn,
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.

Every day is a fresh beginning;
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain
Take heart with the day, and begin again.

(by Susan Coolidge (1835 - 1905) - the pen name used by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey)