Thinking old

I feel like my body is dieing and my inner soul Inwardly is crying. I reach out in dispair just for comfort but no one Is there. I try to convince myself that I am alright But I'm in denial and my chest is tight. Tight with loneliness tight with being alone and Alive I have to beat this I can't as I have tried. Longing for company just for a chat who am I Kidding there is no chance of that. I might go outside its raining and cold I'm not Being unsocial it's because I am old.