I'm not a smoker anymore
But I do smoke an occasional ciggarette
Just when i'm really happy
Or maybe feeling lonely
Sometimes just to let my mind free
To write up some ****** poetry

Its weird how something that kills you
Would somehow save you
From the ******* of the world
Your own mind overthinking
And even the doubts you have of yourself
People's words were train to cut you deep,
And they say smoking kills.