Can we call it irony,
that while half the world is begging to set themselves free,
I've never felt the pain of withdrawl,
The pain that I feel is only emotional.
while Ive spent this past month,
breathing only the clean fresh city smog
Im begging for your nicotine,
Confused by why anyone struggles to quit.
It would be so easy for me,
if only it weren't the easiest way
to **** myself,
With slow suffering.
happiness now,
euphoria when my lungs finally give out.