I like to disappear from time to time
Give my lungs a break
Before they crystalize in nicotine
Give my head a break
Before it explodes
Give my body a break
Before it crushes itself in
I like to check out
Because then everyone starts wondering?
“Is she dead?”
“It was the cigarettes”
“It was the mental health”
Then I pop back up like a spring
Blowing everyone’s minds making them wonder
“How is she still here?”
I just like to disappear.