i woke up
and wished i hadn't
i stayed still and
tried to sleep again to
slip into the numbness
of floating in my own mind
and unconsciousness
but of course my body
wouldn't give me
the escape of nothingness
so i opened my eyes
and looked at the
cracked paint on my
ceiling. it looked back
at me and i wondered
if it was judging how
i had fallen asleep in
yesterday's clothes
simply because i didn't have
the energy to change
all i have the energy
for anymore is sleep
and sleep
and sleep and
sleep.