the worst time

i run from room to room
trying to escape the words i know
he's dead
and "you'll never see him again"
a brother to me
not by blood but by bond
so much we went through
all the blood
sweat
tears
all the sorrow
sadness
pain
i don't know where you are
whether in
hell
or
heaven
whether you where
burned
or
buried
sometimes i can see you
sometimes i can hear you
but at other times i know
theres nothing i can do
i walk alone on this empty road
a part of me hollow and dead
a part of me lost and never to be found
so much of me broken beyond repair
too much of me wishing for Death to come
can't help but wonder
why i'm still alive?