Where can I find solace?

When everywhere I turn I find loneliness,
Always in the most unforgiving and unchanging places.

The things that hurt the most,
have become the most numb.
I find myself creating the pain,
to make sure I'm human.

I'm alive and socially surrounded, but dead and alone.
If solace is such a great feat, what does that mean for the destiny of happiness?

Extinction.