Hope, is it lost?

Staring at the television blankly,
There’s just me,  
Feeling nothing at all,
I'm an unwanted picture on a wall,
Cursed to be alone,
Like I’ve committed a heinous sin that can never be atoned,
Messed up the best thing I had,
I guess I will have to live with being sad,
Walking through this mind fog,
No one to guide me not even a dog,
Left to wander around,
Not able to make a sound,
No one looks my way,
Pass me by not wanting to stay,
Left to my own device,
Feeling like I get stares of ice,
Shut out in the cold,
Looks like I’m be alone and old,
Never to feel a warm embrace,
To see a beautiful loving face,
Feel a loving kiss,
To feel love’s bliss,
I feel left in dark,
Like a lost toy left in the park,
I guess it might be my fate,
I hope it’s not too late.