sometimes i can’t
sometimes… sometimes i am not asleep i just can’t get out of bed i lay there motionlessly and pretend that i cant hear you come in feign deadness to the sound of everyone in and out and in and out slamming the door stomping around. i’m not proud… sometimes i lie here for hours. sometimes i lie here for days. motionless. careful to breathe evenly. in out deeper not that deeply how do we even sound when we are asleep? hopefully no one can tell the difference. i know i know. more exercise. i know i know. direct sunlight shower more often wear nicer clothes go somewhere smile until i feel happy everyone gets sad sometimes. sometimes i can’t | Penn Manship S writes intersected poetry at It Sounded Funnier In My Head , you can find it by clicking here . Copyright © 2013 by Penn Manship. Reprinted with the permission of the author.