Wishing I Was Dead

It's too late for sleeping
And too early for getting up

Slowly losing my will
To carry on this way

I simply got nothing
Important to say

I've worn this backwards
Forwards
And inside out
None of it seems to be my style

I'm giving up
I can't take another disappointment

I buried myself alive
In my bed
Death confirmed, but I'm still breathing

Alive,
but wishing I was dead.

Comments appreciated :]

Slowly losing my will
To carry on this way

I simply got nothing
Important to say



I buried myself alive
In my bed
Death confirmed, but I'm still breathing

Alive,
but wishing I was dead.


I thought that the poem was good, but the lines I put above, I think didn't fit or flow good. I think a bit of editing would do the piece justice.