The rain has taken everything from my heart

The rain is implied.  Yet it is also uncaring and unfeeling.  Some days I wish I were too. Some days I think that lack of emotion would be beneficial.  Would be calming.  Yet I am still meticulously picking everything  that I am,   apart. Unfortunately,  I see things that I don't exactly want to.  Parts of me that are extremely dark. Extremely foreboding and absolutely scary. But it is me. I see that Time is running out,  and yet seemingly moving in slow motion.