5:36 in the a.m

I try to find life,

So why do I only look.

 were there is death?

I look to my right, 

I look to my left,

I search through the day, 

I search through the night,

But sorrow is the only thing,

that is ever in my sight,

I write words of love,

but those words only break,

my heart that no longer beats,

I travel to the gardens,

of the most sweetest joy,

but those flowers are choked,

out by the weeds of grief,

Now I sit here as alive,

as one can be,

Yet in my very eyes,

I am as dead as can be