Buried Love Poem by Garett Ryan

Why do I find comfort in sorrow?
why can't I wait for the comfort that I'll find tomorrow?
why do I look for love in the drugs and hope in a god that doesn’t exist?
why look at you when I can't look at myself?
why love at all when you only fall?
why hurt when it seems so small?
yet ill weigh myself down and sink to the ground
to float back up and then back down
maybe I should have been the one buried underground.