as the smoke takes its time to travel to my lungs
I think about what had brought me here
the people who pushed me to the edge
I think about the person I was
wanting to help my friends quit
now we all sit together
smoke so thick I cant see and inch in front of me
I can hear them yelling at me in my head
I'm to far gone now to care
but at the end of the day
I remember
that when the smoke clears
the people who are around me
are the people I need
and they need me
we care so much
we have all made bad choices
but that didn't make us bad people
but that's what they told the kids
that if you aren't great in school
if you did something illegal
or wild
had tattoos
had dreams and different ideas
you where a threat
because they are scared of us
but we mean you no harm
we don't want you to feel our pain
but we don't want you to say its fake as well
and now as the puff of smoke reaches the air
I let out some relief
because ill take another puff
and I will be full again