Dead

I wake up in the morning,
At least, I get out of bed.
Although it takes a long time,
For my body feels so dead.

And so I go off to school,
Another day ahead.
Now I'm up and moving,
But still I feel so dead.

As the day goes by slowly,
Things pile up like lead.
And though my mind may wander,
My body still feels dead.

Now the day is over,
It's time to go to bed.
I'll try and get some rest now.
Then will I feel so dead?