Suffocate my neck with ropes,
and tear myself with knives.
Cut my hair short,
and sprain my damn ankles.
I can't just live like this anymore,
so just make me disappear.
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The Random Book of Poems | ✓
PoesíaJust a book filled with random poems I wrote that are not in order but reflects on my feelings and society, as well as the things around us. --- unedited and unchanged poetry, c. 2014-16 completed, 2016
Disappearing Act
Suffocate my neck with ropes,
and tear myself with knives.
Cut my hair short,
and sprain my damn ankles.
I can't just live like this anymore,
so just make me disappear.
