The feeling of being alone

The feeling of being alone and not overcoming it,
The slouch it takes to be familiar .
Walking around and wondering ,
What is that taunting you and you never end up in one place.
The deeper it goes the menace it is, screechy and mournfull.
Memories fade away the lane you walk by
Shunting you with all the terrible moments,
You no longer are alone, but is surrounded by bunch of lonliness.
A meaningless word it should be
A picture with no colour within
That is all i feel when i see my hand barren.
Sympathy one wont need, a prayer or two instead just tell me
Why this feeling seems like
A neverending one?