I fill my lungs with smoke.

Hoping one day I'll choke and the breath will leave my lungs.

This breath is what everyone wants me to hold onto. Just as I want to hold on to the hope that is slowly dispersing.

Dispersing through the air. I lay bare.

My fears, lies and , truth come to life.

Surrounding me.

Screaming filling my lungs with smoke.

Telling me to choke.