How many doses can I take of this toxic substance.
How many can my body hold.
I can feel it burning.
With every puff I take.
How many?
Before I turn into ashes.

Do it.
Rip my heart out.
Crush it into tiny little pieces.
Feel the warm blood dripping off your hands.
See it losing its power and making its last beat.
Then.
Look into my eyes.
Look deep, Look closely.
Try to say the word.
Try to push it out of your mouth.
Feel it on the tip of your tongue.
You can’t, can you?
For you will see in my drained and salty pupils that it is too late.
There is no way back.
I dare you.
Do it.

Broken hearts, crushed souls,
damaged minds, bruised bodies.
Yet, Beautifully spoken words and perfectly  shaped smiles.