I am similar to a cigarette
There was a point in time
Where I was new
Fresh and desired
Removed from the pack
And exposed to life
The flame
Resembling life's troubles
And exhales of triumphs
Resulting in smoke
But slowly
Flick by flick
Breath by breath
I fell apart
I am no longer
What I once was
Merely ash
Resting amongst
All of the bits
That used to be me