Torn.

I've just been through the darknest of nights with dawn no where in sight. They promised; the darknest hour is always before dawn. They promised.

Standing where I am now, I see no vestige of light. It's blackness all around and a frosty iciness that chills my bones, freezes over blood, stops my heart. But the world carries on all around; hours, minutes, seconds, passing by obliviously. Uncaringly.

I feel torn. Like a part of me has withered and died.

Incoherency's taking over. All I can say is, I'm sorry and I just want to be happy again.