Play Dead

You smile at me
From across the room.
I return your smile -
I'm playing dead.

You ask me
How I am
And I just reply, 'Fine' -
I'm playing dead.

You invite me over
Because you're lonely,
I decline respectfully -
I'm playing dead.

You find me crying
And ask what is wrong.
I smile through me tears, "Nothing" -
I'm playing dead.

Now laying on the floor
In a pool of my own blood,
There is no need to ask about me -
I'm dead - no more playing...

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