Wake Me Upside Poem by Timothy Long

I didn't want to wake up, I had a much better time asleep, and that really said as I'm a loner while awake, but I'm with others like me while asleep, simple questions appear like such as should I kill myself or have a cup of tea, I don't even feel like a normally functioning human being anymore you know? this feeling is eating me alive, yet I see the razors and knifes calling my name and yet I claim I'm sane, I felt for Edgar I did and now I know why he did what he did, am I depressed or just obsessed, I wake up to a reverse nightmare where living is more terrifying than dying, the passes of life can become damp but none more so than me, guns aren't illegal but nooses give so I might as well live, truly I do forgive, if I the poet committed suicide it wouldn't be because my work is bad but because it was good, every decision is death waiting for us all, for whom it may concern try not far away but up close, never did I say life was going to be extremely easy, no because its going to be fashionably hard, even for those that say any always, I always say why not, happiness energizes none because sadness, enlightened us all.