Strands of Black

Strands of black blur my face, hide my tears and the mascara streaming down my face.
I knew it was coming; everyone knoew it was coming.
I loved him. He was a part of my life from the beginning.
Grief is crippling, tearing at my soul. I want him back- I want him alive.
Those simple words make my heart black with anger.
People will tell you it's a stage of grieving. At this moment I could easily kill anyone with the stupidity of speaking to me.
No words of comfort will help.
Let me be in pain.
Let me feel like I'm dieing-
without him...