let me write beautiful poetry
onto your skin with my lips

each kiss represents my words
my lips represent the pen and
your body as my paper

let me create something
so beautiful with you

I smoke more cigarettes,
because they help me breathe,
Like their my oxygen tank,
and the weight of the tank,
is like the weight of my depression,
I'm to week to drag my tank of depression,
it weighs down on me like i'm trapped in chains,

Lately the cigarettes can't numb the pain,
I've turned to drinking,
basically anything,
that will clear my mind,
every drug that can sweep my brain clear of the dust of the past,
never lasts long enough,

It just wears off,
and I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
I cry because there is too much weighing on me,
I can't lose any of the baggage,
I just begin to crumble and fall,

so I get numb again,