Neverending darkness

The darkness if feels a part of me.
I am happy here, where no one can
see me, where love and it's hurtful means
cannot tread. My heart is dead. Broken and
bruised nothing more to lose. Sun-light is
overrated, it gives way to my presence. It
brings nothing but warmth and happiness
things that have long since abandoned me.
I can't see, everything always so dark, so
dangerous, except night. When everything is
the same, everything is right. Here I am home,
Here I belong.