my life
was kind of like second hand smoke
people would huff and puff next to and around me
and yes their lungs crush and crumble
but so do mine
at first i would cough trying to get the smoke to leave my system
i wasn't used to it
but now
it is a daily thing
i figured out how to help them deal with the smoke
i take it all in one breath
now the smoke kills me
it takes over my body and mind
i sit with my decaying lungs
and every day they come to me with more cigarettes and smoke
and i take it away
but once i do
they leave me with it
their smoke
and my own
i'm suffocating
i cant find my way out
but they wont let me die
because if i do
who will take in all the second hand smoke