The Grim Reaper and I Are Friends

The grim reaper and I are friends,

calm over the idea of death,

living a life of numbness,

lacking surprise 

to the idea of harm upon myself,

we shrug our shoulders

saying oh well,

he keeps me company,

as I survive another day

lacking the anxiety 

of my other regular thoughts

merely floating together

in a sea of darkness

with forced smiles

and fake laughter

to comfort those around me,

but he sees through it

knowing the idea of swallowing a handful of pills 

does not provoke fear,

but the possibility

of their being too weak

merely destroying an organ

or life function to live through,



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