Breathe in;
Breathe out.
The toxin air fills my lungs
sharper than razor blades against my legs.
I don't care much anymore.
seeing everyone so **** happy;
makes me ******* sick.
I want to run away from it all,
from all the smiles I see around me.
But I have nowhere to hide;
nowhere to feel safe;
no one to hold me.
Breathe in;
Breathe out.
Nicotine fills my lungs,
I think I like the fact that it's killing me
Slowly,
Sweetly,
Painlessly.
I find pleasure in knowing i'll die any day from the one thing that needs me more than I need it.
Nicotine.