My Writing 2nd Shot: A Poem

Here's another thing I wrote, it's a poem that's quite bad. I wrote this a long time ago when I was going thru some rough times. Anyway, here it is.

Every day I wake wanting to die
Every night I lie in bed wanting to cry
In between this is my life
What kind of existance is this?

So I guess this is the last goodbye
One more word before I end the lies
No, fuck that shit I'm still alive
The world might want me gone
But since when do I do what I'm told?