Like a snowstorm upon a mountain top

It feels like a snowstorm upon a mountain top.
You call out to no one,
but your calls still echo
until you're engulfed in your own bitterness.
You grow numb and resent everything until your mind is blank.
The sun doesn't shine.
It just laughs at you, trolling your life.
Fooling you into thinking that light will ever come your way again.
The darkness becomes your light
and your world become bittersweet and dim.