I feel like dying wouldn't suffice
As every puff robs her of her life
It's not a knife but it's still suicide
Each puff like taking in cyanide
But she keeps inhaling the smoke
As her children watch her choke
Knowing if she dies they'll be alone
Seeing her depression has grown
She hides behind a drawn on smile
She is walking a thousand miles
Trying to get to were she needs
With each step she starts to bleed
Still going as gray hands hold her
And the poison stick still smolders