As the **** smokes
Comes a couple of chokes.
Hit by hit, the memory of what has happened becomes foggy.
Blinker by blinker, you start to feel groggy.
All the hurt and abundance had built up, leaving your conscience speechless,
Everything leaving you no choice, but to be reckless.
Smoking away your problems seems like the only way to fix it,
All the cries for help couldn’t reach the summit,
You just seemed to reach the limit.
You gave everything your all,
But you simply just… fall.
You take another hit, until you feel like you can fly,
But it’s only a high,
Leaving you with a disappointed sigh.
Day by day,
The feeling seems to fade away,
Until it just stops hitting,
Leaving you sitting,
Making you contemplate quitting.