The Fake Corpse

It was almost as if I were dead.

My bones felt so heavy,
I could only move
if I focused extraordinarily hard.
Even then,
I could barely move an inch.
There was dried blood on my face
where I picked at my cheek earlier in the day
out of stress and frustration.
I haven't had the energy to clean it up.

If someone were to walk in and see me,
then they would most definitely think I had passed.